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The stone went out from under his foot. No sound, no dust, only a hollow where the step had been, and a cold behind his breastbone that never left. Wick Tanner is eleven and small for his age, and his hands are already going brown from the tan-pits. He was born in the Reek, the tannery slums at the bottom of the hill, and he was never meant to be anything more than his father. A tanner. Downwind of the city and downstream of it, beneath the notice of the grey academy tower that has stood over his whole life. Then he carries a load of hides up to Karthal. Four academy boys corner him on a stair in the dark, and the world stops being there under his foot. He falls. The boys look once at the hole that nothing could have made, and they run. It is not magic. Magic shapes the world. Whatever woke in Wick unmakes it. The scholars of Karthal spend their lives pulling the world apart to learn how it was built, and they would pull him apart the same way to learn how he is broken. They are not the only ones who would come looking. Older things have been waiting a long time for a power like his. So a tanner's boy who cannot control what he is and cannot hide it begins the one climb that keeps him alive. He goes up, out of the Reek, staying a step ahead of everyone who wants to cage him or cut him open. He does not know what woke in him on that stair. By the time he understands it, putting it back will no longer be a choice he has. A slow-burn progression fantasy. A weak-to-strong underdog in a grounded world where power is licensed, ranked, and rationed, and the lowborn get none of it. Magic that has to be earned, not handed over on a system screen. Close third person, and a mystery that widens with every arc.

In the slums beneath Veston, Kael fled before his mother's body grew cold. No sun. No flowers. No hope. No dreams. Winter and gang lords buried them all. "Pray to the gods and endure for a better tomorrow," his mom said. Why would he pray to the same gods who denied him peace? Who thrust him into this nightmare? No, he'd carve a way to Veston with his own hands, and it started by breaking his promise to his mother for survival. But the job for gang lord Garrick Vane went wrong. He was left for dead with nothing but a ledger salvaged from a submerged temple. But he refused death. "I persist." Two words that awakened a forbidden power, an unlicensed truth anchored to belief and paid for in the warmth of his most precious memories. Now a heretic hunted by priests who burn the unfaithful, Kael discovered the ledger tracked everything: his stress, his anchor, the price he had already paid. Every choice stresses his truth. And if his anchor breaks, he wouldn't just die: he'd become something worse. What to expect: - Analytical main character who thinks his way through problems. - A deep, original system to decipher along with Kael. - A lore-rich worldbuilding with its own religions and epochs to discover. - Truths that aren't free entries on a stat sheet. - No harem Length: 1,600 – 2,000 words per chapter. Schedule: 1 chapter daily.

For a thousand years, humanity believed the heavens were sealed. The ancient war between mankind and the celestial races had long become nothing more than myth. Until the night the sky cracked. Arka, a boy from a forgotten town, loses everything when monsters emerge from a crimson fracture in the heavens. Hunted by masked figures and haunted by powers he cannot understand, he discovers a terrifying truth: The world beneath the sky is only the beginning. Beyond the clouds lies Celestia, a realm abandoned by history. A world of ancient kingdoms, fallen gods, sealed gates, and a war that was never truly over. And somewhere beyond the cracks in the heavens… something is waiting for him. As the boundary between worlds begins to collapse, Arka must uncover the secret behind the mysterious Fragment within him before the coming catastrophe consumes both heaven and earth. Because when the heavens crack… the world will never be the same again.

Aiden Lobo is a graduate student in a world where magic, gods, and demons are part of everyday life. After a terrible betrayal, he is cursed with a Crack in his heart, slowly turning him into a living doorway for an ancient war demon. If Aeshma breaks through to Earth, he will kill millions.<br><br>But before Aeshma can open the Crack, Aiden is rescued by his guardian angel, who uses his own Light to seal Aiden's heart. As a servant of the divine, the nameless angel was supposed to kill Aiden to avert the growing cataclysm inside him. But he loves Aiden too much to end his life, even to save the world.<br><br>It's impossible for Aiden not to love his warm, generous guardian in return. He names the angel Eskandar, but then learns to his horror that because Eskandar was created for him, when Aiden dies, Eskandar will too. The angel has long since accepted this fate, but Aiden refuses to. He will do anything to keep his beloved angel safe. But with no other recourse than to sacrifice himself to prevent the apocalypse, there's only one way for Aiden to save Eskandar: a terrible betrayal of his own.

After the glitch in the finals, EGO does not announce an error. It continues. As rumors of a higher threshold begin circulating, old names resurface. Old patterns repeat. And the system feels less like a game—and more like something watching. Some players chase rank. Others chase control. Raxian isn’t sure what he’s chasing anymore. But something has started responding.

An app no one downloads. A sound that speaks from the dead. A choice between killing… or dying. 18-year-old Faizan never installed the strange app “VoxSoul,” but it appeared on his phone anyway. At midnight, it plays a chilling sound that reveals people’s deepest secrets — even those who are dead… or not dead yet. Then it shows him a name. He has 24 hours. Kill that person — or die himself. Terrified and trapped in a game he never chose, Faizan searches for the truth behind the app. Is it cursed? Is someone controlling it? Or is the voice inside… something else entirely? But the deeper he digs, the more he uncovers about himself — secrets buried long ago, and a past he cannot outrun. Welcome to VoxSoul. No one escapes. Not even you.

En el nuevo y despiadado mundo de Koinus, un planeta donde todo gira en torno al poder, las riquezas y el estatus, donde lo importante son las habilidades y la familia a la que pertenezcas, un simple humano como yo no tiene valía alguna. Aquí no soy considerado más que un objeto del que todos pueden disponer, un pedazo de carne que solo sirve para alimentar a las bestias o un sirviente que lame el suelo por el que alguien más fuerte ha pasado. Aquí no soy nadie y, sin embargo, tengo una historia. Una historia propia. ¿Cuántos más héroes podrán decir lo mismo? ¿Cuántos habrán pasado por lo mismo que yo? Aventúrate a mi historia si deseas averiguarlo. *** Esta es la primera vez que escribo una historia de este tipo y en otra plataforma que no sea la que suelo visitar, así que apreciaría alguna crítica constructiva. Además, la historia en sí no gira en torno al sistema únicamente, así que habrá capítulos en los que se aborden otros temas. Cabe recalcar que solo escribo por gusto, no para complacer a masas, así que si no te gusta la historia, hay un amplio abanico de otras posibilidades a leer en esta plataforma. Te invito a que salgas y busques lo que más te gusta.

Nate Carter, a poor and bullied student at Redthorn High, endures another humiliating day filled with mockery and loneliness. After being cruelly set up at a rich kid's party, he discovers a mysterious device offering him a chance to change his life — but at a dangerous cost. Desperate and broken, Nate decides to take the first step into an unknown, darker path.

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"