sylphy and rudeus

Un occidental trata de salvar a Nanahoshi encontrando la muerte y renace como Rudeus, un tipo que no es un encerrado, y no es un pervertido, como El japones original, y es más inteligente y decidido que el nini japo los personajes no me pertenecen, mushoku tensei es una obra original de Rifujin Na Magonote, este es un Fanfic , sin fines de lucro

Una historia diferente a la que vimos

Sylphy, yearning to reveal her long-hidden identity to Rudeus, finds herself hesitating when Ariel, the ever-composed princess, begins to unravel. Jealousy, guilt, and longing clash behind regal smiles and broken hearts as Ariel choose for once to be selfish. As truths are buried and confessions withheld, a cuel kind of love blooms in the silence. A tale of restraint, of wanting yet not having, and of the painful beauty of letting go.

Rose Kylie is a hardworking woman leading a seemingly normal life, praised for her dedication at work but haunted by loneliness. After a heartbreaking breakup, her life feels dull and directionless-until a friend recommends a mysterious virtual reality game, Love and Deep Space. Intrigued and desperate to escape her monotonous routine, Rose decides to try it. But what begins as a simple escape quickly turns into something far more dangerous. After encountering the enigmatic and alluring Sylus Eylus-a character with a sharp tongue, piercing silver-gray eyes, and an air of power-Rose finds herself pulled into a world she can't escape. The game flickers, her phone dies, and suddenly she's inside his world, a place where reality and fantasy blur, and secrets lie behind every corner. Sylus isn't just a character; he's the master of this realm, and he has chosen Rose for reasons he refuses to reveal. As Rose navigates shifting castles, perilous challenges, and a growing connection with Sylus, she realizes this is more than a game-it's a battle for her freedom, her heart, and the truth about why she was brought here. But Sylus is a man of secrets, and the line between ally and enemy becomes dangerously thin. Can Rose resist his magnetic charm long enough to find her way home, or will she discover that she doesn't want to leave at all? In a world where love is a game and danger is a constant, Rose must uncover her true self and decide if she's willing to trust the man who may hold her heart-and her destiny-in his hands. A spellbinding mix of romance, mystery, and fantasy, Love and Deep Space: Eylus will leave you breathless until the very last page.

"Since when I was 12 years old she told me once that we only remember the facts that are still going to happen. Thats why I write. I write to not forget. I write with steel and sign it with blood." Peace. That is the state that prevails over Yamada under the reign of the Regent. After years of war, the kingdom finally began to recover from its fragile situation. The bad news is that not everyone involved got weakened from this war. To protect and conquer new peoples, the Regent will need to create never-before-seen policies, innovative strategies, and loyal servants willing to risk everything. These servants, known as Strings, not only keep the danger away from the capital and borders but also proactively overthrow and combat enemy governments. However, the conditions for becoming a String are unknown. Miguel Ugarte will accept this challenge, although he has no idea what awaits him.

The sea remembers what empires try to erase. She was born from silence, from a mother whose will was shattered so the world could kneel. Eldith grew without love, without power, without a place to belong. A princess in blood alone, a shadow among crowns. When death claimed her unjustly, the world believed her story had ended. It was wrong. Time folded back on itself. A voice whispered: your last chance. For the last Sylvari walks again beneath the sun— and this time, she will decide whether the world deserves her mercy.

A 19-year-old beta tester exits his VR pod to find that three years have passed and reality no longer exists. The world he knew has been consumed by Ensylium — the game he just finished — and he is the only person the System cannot define. Flagged as malware. Hunted by enforcers and bounty-chasing players. Armed with a deleted class so broken it was erased before launch. His name is Beracah Petra, and he has no intention of running.

Di tengah benua Sylphoria yang penuh konflik antar elemen, seorang pemimpin muda bernama KingKoboy memulai perjalanan epik untuk mendirikan kerajaan baru. Dengan visi persatuan dan kedamaian, ia menghadapi berbagai tantangan, mulai dari ancaman pemberontak hingga intrik politik dari benua lain yang merasa terancam oleh keberadaannya. Bersama para sekutunya – Lira, seorang diplomat cerdas, dan Jenderal Galdor, seorang prajurit tangguh – KingKoboy berusaha membangun fondasi kerajaan yang kokoh. Namun, bayangan ancaman dan pengkhianatan selalu mengintai di setiap langkahnya. Mampukah ia mewujudkan mimpinya dan menjadi simbol persatuan bagi Sylphoria?

Sylas Verin once stood at the absolute peak of existence. Not within a world. Not within a system. But above the total structure of reality itself—where gods, dimensions, and causality were no longer boundaries, but components beneath him. Yet absolute power did not lead to salvation. It led to collapse. As Sylas continued to grow beyond measurable limits, existence itself began to degrade. Gods fractured into corruption. Interdimensional civilizations fell into endless cycles of destruction. Even reality’s foundational laws began to lose coherence. Everything he once created, shaped, and protected slowly turned unstable. And worse— what remained was no longer true existence. Only reconstruction. Imperfect continuity. Empty echoes of what once was real. Sylas came to a conclusion no entity before him could accept: if existence can no longer remain authentic, then preserving it becomes indistinguishable from preserving a lie. So he made a decision. Not to abandon the world. Not to replace it. But to restart it. The entire existence was reset. Not split. Not branched. Not copied. The same reality—returned to its original starting point. As if time itself had been rewound to its first breath. But something did not reset completely. Sylas remained. Not as a god. Not as a ruler. But as an anomaly outside full continuity collapse—an observer that remembers what the world has already forgotten. Now, he exists again within the restarted world as Sylas Verin, a child born into one of the most powerful noble families. The world believes itself stable. Structured. Whole. But beneath that stability, unknown mechanisms attempt to maintain continuity across a reality that has already been reset once before. The Correction System silently monitors inconsistencies, ensuring that the restarted existence does not fracture again. And deeper still— something else watches, beyond observation itself, waiting for the moment the system’s understanding fails again. Because restarting existence did not erase what caused its collapse. It only reset the stage. And Sylas is the only one who remembers that the play has already ended once before.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?