ajin satou

Yggdrasil adalah sebutan pohon keajaiban yang bisa mengubah takdir dunia. Sudah 100 tahun yang lalu manusia menemukan pohon keajaiban itu dan menyembunyikannya dari pihak media. Pada akhirnya manusia masih belum tahu asal muasal tentang Yggdrasil dan yang mereka lakukan hanyalah menjaga pohon itu baik-baik demi penyelamatan umat manusia. Info tentang Yggdrasil ini cuman jadi rumor pohon keajaiban saja. Namun semuanya berubah semenjak seorang pemuda mengacak-ngacak Yggrasil, dunia mulai terguncang akan kejadian ini. Kira-kira apakah umat manusia bisa menghadapi bencana yang diberikan Yggdrasil ini? Apa mungkin umat manusia bisa mendapatkan keajaiban dari bencana dahsyat ini? Di sinilah cerita baru dimulai.

ÀJÒJÌ Four hundred years ago, the Atlantic received the bodies of the enslaved and refused to let them go. From that darkness, they built Befa, a hidden island civilization founded on one woman's prayer, protected by one law: never surface. Ayim breaks that law. When a vision shows him the Fynn, a four-hundred-year-old darkness born from drowned slave masters' hatred, now consuming the surface world. Ayim and his squad of four outlaws surface through the Door of No Return at Elmina Castle. Exiled from Befa. No plan. No return guaranteed. They are not alone. In Tema, two researchers changed by the same ocean are already feeling something coming. The last two people Adwoa's prayer would ever touch, because when they surfaced, the Fynn closed the door behind them. Seven strangers. One darkness. And the price of four hundred years of hiding. What the water took, the water kept. What the water kept, the water changed.

At seven years old, Ajifa’s world shatters when her father, Okoliko, is killed by a stray bullet during a cult clash. Overnight, childhood ends. What remains is survival—her ailing mother, Uki, and her toddler sister, Olanna, depending on a girl far too young to carry such weight. When Uki is diagnosed with a brain tumor, poverty becomes a death sentence. Ajifa, only ten, works menial jobs, hawks on the streets, and steals when desperation demands it. Help from relatives and friends comes in fragments—never enough. As time runs out, Ajifa makes a devastating choice, sacrificing her body to a man her mother once helped, believing it is the only way to save her family. But tragedy is relentless. On Christmas Eve, Ajifa arrives at the hospital with hope and blood on her hands—only to learn her mother has died. Moments later, her sister is killed by a reckless driver while searching for her. The same night, the man who exploited Ajifa dies from a stab wound inflicted during her escape. At fourteen, Ajifa loses her entire family—and her freedom. Tried as an adult and sentenced to thirty years in an adult Nigerian prison, Ajifa is thrown into a world of brutality where violence, sexual assault, and power determine survival. She adapts not by pleading, but by hardening. Emotion fades. Compassion dies. What remains is intelligence, restraint, and a will sharp enough to endure anything. Seven years later, Ajifa catches the attention of Yejide Ogunde, a mysterious lawyer who secures her release—only to deliver her into another prison: a covert assassin organization that recruits the most resilient and psychologically formidable inmates. Years pass. Bodies fall. Power consolidates. Enter Ayotundun—a young, brilliant detective seeking balance in a corrupt system. Ajifa is a dark, suspense-driven psychological thriller about trauma, survival, and moral ambiguity. It asks uncomfortable questions about justice, vengeance, and redemption—and explores what it truly means to survive when the world leaves you no choice but to become something dangerous.

The first time he opened his eyes what he saw was people around him. One man was screaming at a woman who was on a bed looking really tired. "What is that THING, it is not my blood so who did give yourself to??" the man screamed while his face turned red of anger and shame. Making deals with kings, with specters and with being from other dimentions, follow this Majin as he enjoys what the world and his power have to offer. *English is my 2nd almost 1st language, but I do not believe this story won't have writing problems. If it does then please let me know. I do not own the image, it's credit goes to its creator, if you don't want it there contact me and I will take it down.*

I once met a traveler in a distance land, who said, "there lied in the desert land, a building so tall and big that it was impossible to see where it lands. Near it, on the sand, half sunk is a statue covered in a moss, cracks, and holes. in which was read something on a blade that was held by the statue as if its a revered command. 'I am Ontrilliance King of Kings. Look at my works and despair! "As nothing but dusk remains, and the crumbling buildings sink the endless bodies that piled in the streets.""

An actually kind of dumb protagonist, Zee, becomes obsessed with a long deceased poet. She tries to find his home, and his inspiration in an attempt to become great herself. The poet who seemed rather mysterious within his own life, has many more mysteries surrounding his death, especially those relating to his lover. Unaware of what sort of secrets she may uncover, Zee wanders into the house of the poet, a home not as abandoned as she thinks.

Beberapa orang tidak mengerti apa Yang dia inginkan tapi dia yakin meski hanya di dalam dunia fana, di dimensi yang dia ciptakan sendiri. Seorang remaja Yang haus akan pengetahuan mencoba memberanikan diri untuk bergelut dengan ruang imajinasinya, penyebab faktor keluarga lah Yang mempengaruhinya seperti ini, dia meresa kesepian hingga menciptakan sesosok manusia ilusi Yang menemaninya Dan menuntunya ke arah Yang dia tuju yaitu mencari jati diri. "Aku tidak suka belajar pada orang Yang banyak bicara, aku lebih suka belajar pada imajinasiku sendiri" Ujarnya. Perhatian!! Cerita ini mungkin akan mengganggu sikis anda, jadi pahamilah.

IN A WORLD OF THE PRE-MODERN ERA WHERE EVERYTHING DEPENDS ON MANA,MOST OF THE PEOPLE HAVE MANA, BUT ONLY A FEW OF THEM CAN USE IT PROPERLYAND THOSE WHO CAN DEVELOPED SOME ARTS TO USE IT MORE EFFICIENTLY AND PROPERLY. USING RAW MANA AND USING ART ARE TOTALLY DIFFERENT FROM EACH OTHER. ONLY REFINED EXPERTS CAN USE ART, AND ONE FROM A MILLION CAN MAKE ONE. THE WORLD WAS IN PEACE UNTIL THE EMPIRE STARTED EXPANDING ITSELF. AROUND 2000 YEARS AGO THE EMPIRE WAS FOUNDED BY THE 1ST KING.AND THE RELATIVES OF THE 1ST EMPIRE ARE RECOGNIZED AS THE ROYAL FAMILY BY THE WORLD. THE LEGACY OF THE EMPIRE PASSED ON TO THE BLOOD-RELATED MEMBERS OF THE ROYAL FAMILY.BUT EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE 8TH RULER GAINED POWER OF THE EMPIRE. HE WAS AN ABSOLUTE DICTATOR NEVER IN HIS LIFE DID HE DO SOMETHING THAT WAS RELATED TO THE PUBLIC INTEREST. HE IS ALSO KNOWN AS THE KING OF THE DEAD. AN ORGANIZATION WAS FORMED AGAINST THE EMPIRE TO KEEP IT IN CHECK.THAT ORGANIZATION IS KNOWN AS THE ORGANIZATION OF REBELS. THERE ARE MANY OTHER EXISTENCES, AND THEY EXIST AS SEPARATE ENTITIES, AND THEY DIDN'T INTERFERE IN THE AFFAIRS OF THE EMPIRE AND THE REBELS UNTIL 500 YEARS AGO. ALL NATIONS ARE CURRENTLY UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF EMPIRE, AND ALL ENTITIES ARE WORKING WITH IT WITHOUT POLITICALLY INFLUENCING ITS DECISION. EMPIRE,THERE ARE MANY IT DECISIONS. MANY, MANY CIVILIZED RACES THATCIVILIZED EXIST, AND EVERY RACE HAS 4 GUARDIANS THAT HAVE REACHED THE PINNACLE OF THEIR OWN ARTS. THERE ARE MANY NATIONS, AND EVERY NATION HAS 12 SWORD GODS OWNING A GREAT SWORD PASSED TO THEM BY THE PREVIOUS SWORD GOD. A YOUNG MAN NAMED SWAN LIVED IN THIS WORLD FOR MANY YEARS WITHOUT KNOWING HIMSELF. HE DOES NOT HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT HE IS AND WHAT HE HAS DONE TO SHAKE THIS WORLD TO ITS CORE. AFTER MEETING A WOMAN, HE IS SOON GOING BETWEEN THE MESS OF EMPIRE AND REBELS AS A VARIABLE TO CHANGE EVERYTHING OF THE WORLD.

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In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"