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.

In Wángguàn Entertainment, a new actor has been signed in a faux name as Alvah Knight. The handsome man was titled as a greenhorn in the entertainment industry, looking somewhat frail, and short for a man. But his domineering aura, and beautiful figure was not overlooked. So, who is this Alvah? His, or shall we say, her name is Alicia Knight, an illegitimate daughter of the Knights, a family both respected and feared in QinZen City. Born in a family who has many legitimate, and illegitimate children, her mother fought to belong along with her father's concubines. She was but a maid. Desire for status pushed her forward and soon she was pregnant. Protesting to the three mistresses that it was indeed the Eldest Master's child... In desperation, she proclaimed her soon-to-be born child as a male despite it being female. Her mother's beautiful, gentle, and scheming nature led her to acceptance, but not far enough for her child to be legitimate. Little did the mother know who she was messing with the moment she decided to be a part of the Knights. She did not know the dangerous life her Alice was to embark on if she was to be born a male... And because her own father thought of her as a male, she was to work the same way his sons do; as a mafioso. And so the young, eighteen-year old child dreaming of fame as an actress or actor was actually a mobster. Fighting for roles, and her clan, will she make it to the top of the hierachy of fame? Or will she rot as a three-tier actor playing corpses while being a gangster in the streets? --- --- --- --- *** --- --- --- --- "Do you think I care?" Their proximity so close as he leaned further, his breath fanning her ear. Instantly she felt her blood flush to her feet. Even her heart has problems with its un-rhythimic pounding. "Actor Alvah... What a joke." He mocked. She couldn't see the soft smile on the devil as she felt her ear... Touch something wet, soft and... Her eyes widened as his lips softly nimbled at it. "H-Hey---" Just as she tried to push him, she was pushed back to a corner, her wrist above her, contained with his other hand. "Continue playing around Alvah." She could see his face now, along with his playful smile and to the moment it turned cold as his eyes glinted murderously. "But, you're fucking mine, got it. " His lips connected with hers as she struggled beneath him. His tongue licking her lips, but she kept it shut until he bit it, and forced himself in. Sucking, swallowing, and their tongues intermingling, her legs grew weak from his passionate kiss. When he pulled back, a strand of saliva connected between the two lips, the couple taking sharp intakes of breathes as their chests heaved. "If you ever forget that..." His thumb caressed the soft bruise on her lip, his lust triggering at her breathless state with her reddening cheeks. He could only hold back, not wanting her to be frightened nor hurt. "You'll be getting more than a kiss from me." She couldn't help the flutter of her heart. Why? Why as much as she fought with all her rationality was she falling for the man who recognized her, who knew she was an International Machine Gun and yet... Here he was, his eyes cold but with a hint of passion. Why her? *this is my entry for Writing Prompt Contest #31 Path to Idoldom. If you like it, please do show your support! Thank chu! **The cover is made by me, and credits to the sources I used. Faceclaim is Byun ***There will be romance, and action. I'll try hard to mash them up all in one tale. ****Don't take it too seriously if some things are unrealistic even though this story is under Realistic Fiction, it's still fiction. Enjoy!

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.