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“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/m6c3RCv4AG

Revenge, Becoming the strongest, living a wholesome life, protecting the world? Nope, I was just curious. Curious about how a world would be like if there wasn't a single main character. I have always hated main characters who take all the spot light for themselves and make a fool out of everyone just because they can, I wanted a world where everyone can be a main character. A world where the antagonist can kill the protagonist, a world without a protagonist. I always thought that it was an impossible task... however fate wasn't so cruel as everyone thought it to be. Or, maybe I was just lucky... Lucky enough to get a second chance. Lucky enough to create a world where everyone can be a protagonist of their own story (Maybe not everyone but I tried my best), a world without a protagonist. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.com/invite/Atg3pzVCGw“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/m6c3RCv4AG

For Aysal Çetin, life changed with a single signature after ten years of heavy depression. The "Mechanism," which she entered with hopes of recovery, offered her a chip implanted in the back of her neck and a brutal hunting simulation instead of peace. The rules are simple: Obey, or fall through the floor grids and be torn to pieces. However, Aysal—awakening with the nickname "Four Faces"—refuses to be just a prey. The uncanny presence of the Mist, bloody letters from the past, and a wooden box that opens with a countdown... The game has begun. So, which face is yours?

In Shanghai, the wind at the Bund always carries the scent of money.

Many people miss the past and the old days when everything was supposedly better. But was the world really better before the cataclysm? The Moon split in half and now surrounds the planet with a ring of debris! The surface changed dramatically, becoming dangerous for human survival. With the sun covered by a dense layer of dust and cold nights and poisonous winters, the human spirit continued to shine. When the new sun shone again, we asked for a solution, for the deepest desire in our hearts. Thus, Glyphwork was born! Using lines, patterns, and circuits activated by Noeia, the power that every human possesses, we improved our technology and unleashed a power once reserved for fantasy. We built cities that coexist with nature! We explored the ruins of the old world to learn about our past! We hunted the monstrosities that replaced humans as the masters of this world! Under the guidance of the Noetarchs, those brave souls who constantly take risks, humanity will reclaim what was once theirs, step by step. Humanity will shine brightly once again! Join Selene Sahari in this story that explores the limits of the human mind and body! Where she builds her own story, her own narrative, her own legend. With punches and Glyphworks! ------------------------ Cover made by TheAnPlayer2. English is my second language and I'm using Grammarly for thoses mistakes I didn't see, so, if you notice one, comment, please! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

Five years ago the fortune teller told me never to go home until I was 30. My grandfather's death five years later forced me to return to my hometown. Before the funeral had even begun, I knew a secret: my grandfather was the seventy-third descendant of Mozi, and I was designated the next. Grandpa left me a piece of the scroll, in order to understand the content of the scroll, I fell into one Mohist Merchanism after another. However, the secrets of Mohism and Mozi were gradually revealed.

Connection City is a towering, layered metropolis where corporations rule above and crime festers below. For over a century, one name has echoed through its depths: Ironhand. When Ironhand accepts a secret case, a simple investigation turns into a city-wide conspiracy. Whiplash attacks increase, records vanish, and hidden ties between corporations and mafia families surface. A determined journalist chasing buried truths crosses the same path. In a city built to hide its secrets, some names refuse to disappear.

In a desperate attempt to stop an impending global calamity caused by the Demon King, the Academy initiates a Hero Summoning. Althea Celestine Arwen, granddaughter of the Great Sage, is one of the students chosen to lead the ritual. But something goes wrong. The summoning fractures, pulling Malrik—a Demon King from another world—into their reality instead. Malrik has no intention of playing the hero, and Althea has no idea how to lead one. Yet as chaos closes in, this unexpected “interference” may be the very thing the world needs. ————— How long the update takes depends on how long I daydream in class. City Boy! City Boy!!!

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After tragically ending his life, a disillusioned young man confronts the divine, seeking answers for the suffering endured in his mortal existence. Met with chilling silence, he is thrust into a new life, bound by an enigmatic curse that demands he endure relentless torment until his natural end—void of the escape of suicide. The only passing grace he has is that his memory retains even after his Rebirth or was it perhaps because the Divine reveled in his suffering? But why? He does not know, what he does knows is that this world is full of magic, and he must make the one suffer responsible for his suffering, even if it is a God. Disclaimer: [ Its gonna be a bit Dark story and kind of Gory] A/N: If you are looking for an OP Bulldozer Protagonist this, story is not for you. It will be like how things slowly develop in Real Life. Lastly, I want to thank you for trying to read this story as a Writer it means a lot.