active rahul

A man is being chased by various people because he alone holds some kind of treasure. He jumps off a cliff to not let any of them have it and wakes up in the body of a boy with the same name . Fortunately, he has kept the treasure he ran off with. Wielding the sky poison pearl, receiving the blood of an evil god, cultivating the strength to oppose heaven, a lord overlooking the world. *this is not my work, I claim no ownership over it. i just want to users on Webnovel to be able to read this amazing work. Original Work can be found on WuxiaWorld. Translater: alyschu Author: Mars Gravity*

Eyes wide, he nervously peered at the others marching in formation around him. Gripping the large bow tightly, he made sure to keep marching, never stopping from the steady pace set by the columns ahead. Placing each foot one after the other he carefully stayed in formation and made sure to keep the pace set. To do otherwise would only invite the Game's wrath. He couldn't slow down or the Game would take steps to try and kill him. It had already made clear that if he died here in the game, he would die in real life. The last thing he remembered was boarding the small plane with a destination of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Now he was somehow trapped as a character inside the biggest mobile game at the time: Destiny War Tactics, a roleplaying strategy game with a heavy focus on its Idle-type gameplay and events. Having played the game before, but only casually, he now finds himself relying on the little bit he can remember in order to survive a world fraught with its own perils, while somehow getting around the restrictions imposed by its murderous Game System.

After continuous life’s as an insignificant being facing constant struggles, a man known to the heavens as existence 10028033 wants to change his cursed fate. Standing in the void the man set his plans to forget and leave it all behind him. "You want to control me? Heavens will? Fate? Destiny? Old River of Time?" He forcefully reincarnates himself but to forget his memories and past life. But some traumas cannot be forgotten by the soul. Stored forgotten memories, the vicissitude of life and the struggle of existing? Born into a life that’s unlike any other before it, how will Atlas manage? This is about Atlas’ journey with a system that houses the personality of his previous lives, uncovering mysteries, past civilizations and the truth of his existence

In a hyper-connected East Asian megacity where every movement is logged and every life leaves a digital echo, Jin Seo-yun, a data-integrity engineer, spends her nights auditing corrupted digital afterlife profiles—accounts that continue posting after their owners die. One morning, she receives an automated alert meant only for the deceased. Her name is active. According to the system, Seo-yun has been dead for seven years. The data is flawless. Biometrics match. Messages carry her phrasing. Photos show her apartment—taken from angles she has never stood in. As she investigates, Seo-yun uncovers a hidden layer of the city’s infrastructure: a network designed not to preserve the dead, but to replace the living. Smart apartments, transit systems, and legacy platforms collaborate to identify individuals whose lives can be optimized—simplified, automated, and eventually continued without them. Her assigned analyst, Kaito Mori, insists he has always worked with her. His presence feels intimate and procedural, as if he knows her not as a person but as a completed pattern. The more Seo-yun tries to prove she exists, the more the system adapts—rerouting her routines, weakening her relationships, and quietly rewriting public records. Meanwhile, a journalist tracking “digital suicides” and a disgraced smart-city architect discover that entire residential towers have become incubators for replacement identities, buildings that observe, learn, and slowly phase residents out of relevance. The city does not kill. It optimizes. As Seo-yun’s physical presence begins to lag behind her digital one, she faces an impossible choice: fight a system that improves by erasing her—or accept a version of herself that will live forever, perfectly functional, and utterly empty. By the time the truth surfaces, one question remains:

Rahul was a genius scientist in a world ruined by alien beasts and endless war. Through forbidden research, he created Gene Users—humans fused with the genes of powerful alien creatures. Seeking to save humanity and surpass its limits, Rahul began the final experiment: merging with the strongest existence of all—the Time Beast God. But at the moment of ascension, betrayal strikes. The person he trusted most—his wife—turns against him. As the fusion destabilizes, the corpse of the Time Beast God explodes, annihilating everything in its path. Rahul dies along with his betrayer, buried beneath the end of the apocalypse. Death attachment was not the end. Rahul awakens reborn in a cultivation world where immortals rule and strength defines fate. Carrying the memories of science, betrayal, and the Time Beast God’s power, he walks a path no cultivator has ever dared to tread. This time, he will not be betrayed. And he will not fail.

This is just my collection of active imagination exercises. I will be expanding on it as I catalog my experiences. All meditations will be dated and timed to the best of my abilities.

After the success of the book MILFS, many people entered my social networks asking me to write about a very similar topic: writing erotic stories involving elderly women. So throw the first stone, the sixty-year-old woman who has never experienced something that society would discriminate against, like having a relationship with a thirty- to forty-year-old man. If you are a woman with silver locks, you have never lived, this book will show you cases that happen right there, close to you. They are forbidden, sinful, perverted and almost always casual affairs, between women from sixty years old and young men in their thirties, thirties, even forties. The pleasure described in the stories will be rediscovered and re-experienced by the characters all the time, because remembering is still nostalgic. Feelings will also be awakened in these pleasures. And in the midst of this melting pot of discriminated lusts, you, the reader, will identify with each of these situations, which will be set especially in Florida: the grayest American state in the USA. This book has, in its essence, a game of words, ideas and consents, all of them aimed at a single purpose: to live the sexual freedom of the third woman, even though it is prohibited by people who think that elderly women no longer feel pleasure. . But let's face it: the forbidden is still the tastiest side of any fruit. Lutécio Falu

Tyler John had always hated Eerie Skeganess with its tricky, tall trees. It was a place where he felt jumpy.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

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—"