stuffed and starved

The Citizens of Ottawa, Illinois were your average, friendly Midwesterners. However, when seemingly insane things begin to happen, as any Patriotic American would, they answer the call. From the New World Order to the Total Collapse of Society, the Ottawans following the lead of the Ghost of Ottawa struggle and try to survive even the most impossible of odds stacked against them. But is their American Heritage and Midwestern Grit enough to survive? {Rated R due to profanity and the nature of the violence portrayed in the novel.}

Eat. Evolve. Dissolve. In the Rotting Forest, biomass is the only currency, and I’m currently bankrupt. I wasn’t born a king. I was born from the cracked ribs of a dying titan, a house-cat-sized scavenger with one missing eye and a Stability rating of 20%. In this ecosystem, I’m not a hero. I’m a snack. But I have the Gene Weaver System. I don't just eat; I architect. I harvest DNA from the dead to graft a future onto my own broken body. [NEW TRAIT DETECTED: ACID-SPITTER] [COST: 5% STRUCTURAL STABILITY] Evolution isn't a gift. It’s a heist. Every upgrade, every set of wings, every venomous barb, every layer of chitin, brings me closer to Structural Collapse. Cross that threshold, and my own biology will tear itself apart, reducing me to a puddle of failed blueprints. In this forest, becoming the Apex predator is the easy part. Doing it without melting into a pile of sentient sludge? That’s the real work. What to Expect: The "Jackie Chan" Grind: No invincibility. Every victory costs a limb. Every growth spurt hurts. Hardcore Progression: Every mutation has a trade-off. Strength costs Speed. Intelligence costs Stability. Visceral Body Horror: Detailed biological adaptation. You aren't just "leveling up"; you're rewriting your DNA. The Architect’s Wit: A protagonist who knows he's a "structural disaster" and has something to say about it. Updates Daily | #Grimdark | #MonsterEvolution | #LitRPG | #NonHuman | #Underdog | #survival

Requiem of the Star-Starved In a world where souls are currency and survival comes at the cost of your own humanity, the line between hunter and prey is razor-thin. Across frozen deserts, collapsing cities, and zones ruled by ruthless enforcers, one boy carries a power that can burn, erase, and unravel everything around him if he loses control, he could destroy not just himself, but everyone he cares about. Chased by merciless predators, hunted for the fire in his veins, and pursued by a society that worships perfection while discarding the broken, he must navigate a world where trust is a luxury, and mercy is a myth. In this dark, unforgiving landscape, every choice is a gamble, every ally a question mark, and every step forward could be the one that finally ends him.

Wei Chen — seorang yatim piatu yang hidup di jalanan kota terbawah Kekaisaran Langit Sembilan, dikenal sebagai "Pengemis Bisu" karena tak pernah memohon belas kasihan siapapun. Tubuhnya kurus, pakaiannya compang-camping, dan meridiannya dianggap cacat permanen sejak lahir — membuatnya tak bisa menyerap Qi sedikitpun. Di dunia di mana kekuatan adalah segalanya, Wei Chen bukan siapa-siapa. Hingga malam ketika ia hampir mati kelaparan di depan gerbang Klan Bintang Perak — klan yang dulu membantai seluruh keluarganya atas nama "pemurnian darah." Di ambang kematian, ia menelan batu giok hitam misterius yang jatuh dari langit, dan sesuatu yang tertidur di dalam dirinya selama bertahun-tahun akhirnya terbangun. Bukan Qi biasa. Bukan teknik cultivasi biasa. Melainkan Dao of Eternal Hunger — jalan keabadian purba yang telah terhapus dari semua kitab suci di dunia, karena dianggap terlalu berbahaya bahkan bagi para Dewa. Semakin lapar ia, semakin kuat ia. Semakin ia menderita, semakin tak terbendung jalannya. Namun di tengah perjalanan membalas dendam dan mendaki puncak cultivation, ia bertemu Liang Yue — putri dari musuh besarnya, perempuan yang mencintainya tanpa tahu siapa diri Wei Chen sesungguhnya. Sebuah cinta yang lahir di atas fondasi darah dan rahasia, yang bisa menyelamatkan Wei Chen — atau justru menghancurkan segalanya yang telah ia bangun. Dari pengemis yang tak dianggap manusia, hingga yang namanya membuat langit dan bumi gemetar.

They burned Caen Voss alive to silence him. He was just a scribe. A nobody who sat beside dying people and wrote down their last words. No enemies worth making. No power worth fearing. The Church of the Unfinished expected ash. What they got was a problem. Something inside Caen's chest cracked open the moment the fire took him. Ancient. Hungry. Patient beyond human comprehension. A fragment of a dead god that had been sleeping inside him since before the world had a name. It looked at the boy burning around it and said, quietly: Oh. You survived. Again. Now Caen carries a Scar, a fragment of divine ruin that lets him erase things from reality's record. Wounds lose their cause. People forget he exists. And the book his power manifests already has writing in it, in his own handwriting, in a language he has never learned. Someone reported him to the Church. He does not know who. His Scar mourns a woman he has never met. He does not know why. The sky above the world is not matter. It is text. It is almost full. And somewhere in its final verses, Caen Voss is mentioned by name. He did not write it. But the handwriting is unmistakably his

Beneath a shattered world sits a throne that feeds on what remains of belief. When a man dares to approach it, he awakens a starving god—and learns that some gods don’t need worship anymore… only something to consume.

“Stuck!” unfolds in a dystopian future where war, global warming, pollution, and destruction have ravaged humanity, leaving Earth a scorched wasteland. In a desperate bid for survival, nations unite to send all children to space under professional care, forsaking most parents to their fate on the dying planet. However, a scientific mishap leads to the creation of a deadly monster that decimates the adult crew, leaving the children to fend for themselves. Amidst chaos, the cleverest child takes control, steering the spaceship to an emergency landing on an alien world. As they explore this new planet, they encounter other survivors from their ship. Faced with the ruins of their past and the uncertainty of their future, the children stand at a crossroads: return to the remnants of Earth or forge a new existence on this enigmatic planet. “Stuck!” is a tale of resilience, leadership, and the indomitable spirit of youth facing the unknown. Welcome to: "Stuck!" MK_The_Writer's most popular story!

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—"

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!