the purge anarchy

In the vast expanse of the Andromeda galaxy, an alternate Earth spun on its axis, scarred by the fires of the Fourth World War. Every nation had poured its strength into the conflict, and every nation had broken. Militia status was stripped from them all in the aftermath, their armies dissolved under the weight of mutual ruin. For reasons lost to the chaos of those final days, the planet itself was renamed Planet Vaelion. From the ashes, the world was restructured. The land divided into nine continents. The old countries retained their names and borders, their cultures and peoples, yet true political power shifted upward. Sovereignty now rested with the continents themselves. Only nine militaries remained in command, each overseeing vast territories. No single country held its own forces. The old flags still flew, but the chains of command answered to continental authority. Two thousand years passed. It was now 2000 Aww4 — two millennia After the Fourth World War. The scars of that ancient cataclysm had faded into history, myth, and uneasy peace. On Planet Vaelion, amid the rebuilt continents and lingering shadows of the old order, the story of Akshat Aether began. The purge was coming. And with it, everything would change once more.

In today's dystopian world, regret is the number one leading factor behind the creation of fantasy. For a bundle of regrets such as Mark, fantasy was a place where he could choose. And choice was a liberty he never seemed to have. Abused and controlled. Just a sacrificial pawn in another man's game. He absolutely loathed it. But in the very bitter end of his drone-like life, he was given a choice. "Remember that novel you read a few years back, all while cursing it in every chapter's comments?" "...Yeah?" "Well, that was my world..." "Oh..." Mark was given the choice to transmigrate. To right his wrongs; a second chance to live a fulfilling life. But there was always a catch. Mark would never truly be free of bondage. It was up to him to snap the chains of Authority. And in his wake, there would be Anarchy. ────── If you love extra stories, I think you'll really like this. Because I love extra stories! But with all their issues and faults, I felt I could do much better. Updates will be daily, 1-2 chapters a day. English is in fact my first language! Therefore, grammatical errors are unacceptable! Don't settle for less. I frequently go back to re-edit my chapters to ensure that my story is quality. Unfortunately, that wipes out the paragraph comments and may cause a disconnect if you’re caught up as I end up retconning stuff you’ve already read :P This is just my somewhat meta (and mostly subversive) take on the 'Extra' genre of transmigration stories. I'm having a blast writing it so far, and I hope that leaks into the writing and overall plot decisions for you all to eat up. No Harem. Single FL. The Anarchy part of the title will take a bit to get to since I want progression and development to feel natural and earned. Or it may end up being irrelevant to the story, I’ll have to see when I get deeper in, just keeping it real Despite the loose tone of the story, I'm really picky about what I write, and I really try to ensure that what I'm putting out is quality. If you think I'm being a lazy bastard or if there are any glaring issues with my story, please please please leave a comment.

In a world where shadows whisper secrets and every choice has a price, one person stands at the crossroad of it all. A gripping tale of sacrifices, betrayal and power unfolds in a world where the scars of an apocalypse still bleed. Drake Jagger is the weakest student at Iron Vale Academy- bullied, orphaned and haunted by violent dreams of a crimson battlefield and a betrayal by horned warriors. But when a sealed letter bearing the Arachis insignia arrives, Drake is ripped from his miserable life and thrown into a game of blood and chess. But Drake's dreams are the key. With each nightmare, the lone warrior's memories bleed into his mind and the sword in his grip whispers of the past.

​In the year 2099, Neo-Seoul is a masterpiece of cold, mathematical perfection. Emotions are treated as malignant tumors, and Logic is the only faith. ​Shen Xiu is the city’s premier "Logic Surgeon." His scalpel is ruthless, excising the brains of "Deviants" who dare to feel love, hate, or fear, resetting them into perfect gears for the machine. ​Until the day his lab ceiling shattered. ​A girl with cherry-red hair and eyes burning with forbidden emotion fell onto his operating table. Her blood was warm; her plea was irrational. Most terrifyingly, the moment Shen Xiu looked at her, memories he shouldn't possess surfaced: sunlight, a grassy field, and the image of him kissing this girl under falling cherry blossoms. ​As the alarms scream and the Purifiers wait at the door, Shen Xiu must choose: Press the reset button to maintain the perfect order... or grip his scalpel and declare war against the "Eye of Logic" for the sake of a blurry shadow. ​"If you are a glitch in the system, then I am the virus that destroys it all."

You haven’t read anything like this before. If you’re into soft, predictable stories full of weak, simping characters—this isn’t for you. This is Dark Ages: Purge of the Unclean. Calcore isn’t a hero. He’s ruthless, cold, and unstoppable. He takes what he wants, crushes what stands in his way, and answers to no one. Power isn’t given—it’s seized. And he knows it. This story is raw, brutal, and driven by pure ambition. My goal? Not just to entertain you—but to light a fire under you. To push you to fight, to build, to carve your own path in a world that doesn’t hand out victories. Read it—and see what it awakens in you.

==== Xuan Ming's life was unremarkable. His death? Spectacular... destroyed by a magical meteor! Now, as Lux Noctis, he's a baby with the soul of an engineer and a future as a cultivator in the Verdant Lotus World. "So, I've been reincarnated, huh? Are the five of them the same? I hope I'm not alone." But unbeknownst to him, something has changed in his soul and existence, and it will also affect his journey to immortality. Born in a city under the rule of the Burning Sky Sect, the path to the pinnacle of cultivation is wide open. But is that what he wants? "So, an engineer from Earth is now a cultivator in a fantasy world? Pretty standard." "Becoming the strongest? Well, we can try." "The Empire? Heaven? None of my business." However, when the secret of death is revealed, Lux realizes one thing "They think they're playing us? Too bad, I'm a master at dismantling shaky foundations... and rebuilding everything from the rubble. ==== English is not my main language, so if you guys find something wrong just comment below. treat me some coffee https://www.patreon.com/c/fallenseven7 https://discord.gg/q2zdEHyr ... join the discord for more discussion

"Moon, what are you doing ?" "I'm gonna purge Ian I have to get my revenge " "You won't do this, No you're not like this " "They made me like this " ........... A girl moved from Canada to New York hoping for a peaceful happy senior year but things changed after she met a group of people who destroyed her,changed her..made her do things she mustn't do, so she decided to purge...but she has a hope, a light which is love but will love change what will happen ?! Warning: This story contains graphic content, violence, rape, and cursing which might be triggering for some readers so be careful.

In a world where the power granted by the Loas — Vodou spirits — defines each person’s place, Wura and Hézo walk opposite paths, each struggling against a fate they refuse to accept. Wura carries within her a fearsome power, capable of annihilating everything around her. Forever scarred by the death of her parents, she sees this gift only as a curse—one she must rid herself of at any cost. She joins the Black Warriors’ Academy not to master it, but to find a way to destroy it. Yet within her lies another force, which she tries to awaken by denying her heritage. But to flee from her power is also to flee from part of herself… Hézo, heir to a noble family, on the other hand, was born with nothing. Despised, rejected by his own father, he has neither sacred gift nor preordained destiny. But he has fury, willpower, and a burning hatred that drives him to seize the strength he was denied. From the streets of Edo to the depths of the Hunters’ Guild, he learns that power is taken — through blood and pain. And when he finally sets foot again on the land of his birth, it is not as an outcast son, but as a predator come to claim vengeance. Their paths were destined to cross. Their meeting could be a revelation… or a catastrophic collision. In a world where some are born Gifted and others condemned, how far must one go to break free from destiny?

the smallest changes can cause the biggest ripples. in a massive galaxy change will always occur and nothing will ever stay the same. embark on a journey following an officer of the geriatric empire as he learns truths of the empire.while recruiting new member to his faction where there is only one goal to purge the jedi. I dony own the original work and characters obviously. but I do have utmost respect for the original work cover is not mine this is my first novel so there will be mistakes. English is my first language so if you find errors I deserve the abuse.

Our protagonist, Matt Simmons, lives in a normal modern day earth until he gets a sudden visit from Truck-kun. Then the world slowly but surely falls to anarchy. Will our protagonist save it from the brink, watch it burn or maybe he will pick a third choice? This is not planned as an isekai novel as of this moment. Just writing for fun and trying it out.I am planning on taking inspiration from the many manga, ln's, wn's and anime I've seen so if you see something familiar that would be why. I've got a few plans for stories at the moment but this one is sticking in my head the most right now so here we go. **Disclaimer** Cover Art Done By: Holy_fab deviantart.com/holy-fab