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Shadow Crown: The Ascension of Berra P.F.I Group Synopsis By : SiiMouhcine The World Nocteris is a vast, perpetually cloud-covered megacity, its sky an unbroken canopy of grey-amber that has not seen direct sunlight in living memory. Its unofficial heart is the Hollow Streets, a dense, self-organized district that has never appeared on any official city plan but has, across three centuries, built its own informal economy, its own lateral networks of care and resource-sharing, and its own particular way of surviving in the space the official systems declined to fill. The Hollow Streets exists within a world whose foundational architecture — the invisible lattice of connections, essences, and forces that holds reality together — is maintained by a divine compact established ten thousand years ago. The compact's founding signatories, entities of enormous ancient power, fragmented something called the Shadow Crown: an artifact containing a force known as the Primal Void, the raw, unmade potential that precedes all shaped existence. The Crown's essence was distributed across a bloodline — the Private Force of Interfusion — with the intention of dispersing its power safely while maintaining the fabric of the mortal world through a continuous maintenance function. What the signatories did not anticipate was what three centuries of active suppression would cost: the bloodline's activation, suppressed repeatedly across ten millennia, had never completed. The fabric of the mortal world had been slowly, invisibly degrading for as long as anyone alive could remember. This is the world Berra inhabits. He does not know any of this when the story begins. The Protagonist Berra is a Ghost — a grey-market courier operating in the Hollow Streets' informal supply networks, known for reliability and discretion, carrying packages for people and organizations that have no access to the city's official logistics systems. He grew up in the neighborhood called 04, with a memory he knows is incomplete: something happened when he was seven years old, something the dreams he has never fully understood seem to reach toward but never fully grasp. A throne. A vast legion. A thousand-voiced whisper that never quite resolves into language. He is practical, observant, and honest in the specific way that people become honest when they have spent years navigating situations where deception is more expensive than the truth. He does not describe himself as a leader, or a savior, or anything more than someone who knows how to show up reliably when reliability is what the situation requires. On the night the story begins, he takes a delivery because Marcus — his colleague, a fellow courier — is too sick to make the run. The delivery is to a basement clinic on Block 12, operated by a doctor named Lena who keeps an unlicensed medical facility running for the people of the Hollow Streets who have nowhere else to go. He learns the knock: three fast, two slow, one pause, two fast. He learns to wait for the assessment through the gap before the door fully opens. He makes the delivery correctly and leaves. This is how it begins. An ordinary delivery. A sick colleague. A door someone finally opened correctly. The Activation Berra carries, without understanding it, the dormant binding — the bloodline's encoded responsibility for the mortal world's foundational maintenance. What happens on the night of the story's true beginning is not a chosen transformation. A Rift opens in the sky above the Hollow Streets — visible, undeniable, carrying the specific, cold quality of the foundational fabric tearing — and the activation begins without Berra's permission or preparation. Eleven ancient warriors, bound to the bloodline's essence across ten thousand years of service, descend. The lead warrior explains, in the specific, honest language of something that has been waiting to say this for a very long time, what Berra is, and what the mortal world's foundational archite.

In the city of Valden, tears appear in the sky without warning - dimensional rifts that pour creatures into the streets. For four years, an elite class of energy-enhanced fighters known as the Awakened have battled these creatures, believing them to be invaders from another dimension. BARRA is not one of them. Tested three times for Core development and classified as having zero potential, he is an ordinary logistics worker who spends his days at the edges of Rift events - watching, analyzing, filling notebooks with everything the fighters are too busy to notice. Then, on an ordinary night, a voice speaks from inside his chest. "You have been observed. You have been measured. You have been chosen." What forms in him is unlike any Core on record - not a fixed ability, but an evolving gold-frequency force that becomes whatever his choices, fights, and survival make it. Over forty-two days of brutal development, BARRA rises from a man who broke three ribs fighting a single scout-class creature to the only human being who has crossed the dimensional boundary and returned. But the truth he brings back changes everything. The creatures are not invaders. They are stitches - biological repair mechanisms deployed by a civilization on the other side to heal a dimensional boundary that has been failing for centuries. The Awakened have been removing them for four years, accelerating the very collapse they believed they were preventing. And behind it all, something ancient lives inside the boundary fabric itself - an entity that has been using humanity as an unknowing tool to keep the damage permanent. BARRA must do what no fighter, no faction, and no system has been able to do: stop a war that was never a war, repair a boundary that holds two worlds apart, and confront something older than human civilization that does not want to be stopped. He has a gold flame in his chest, a voice that measures everything, a sister who makes him eat, and notebooks full of things everyone else missed. It will have to be enough. Genre: Action / Speculative Fiction / Progression Fantasy Length: 200 Chapters - 500,000+ words Setting: The city of Valden and the dimensional territory beyond it

A story of a young man and his journey to find out what happened to the powerful ancient Indian Yogis.

Like most truth seekers, I was intrigued the first time I heard stories of exceptionally long lived yogis of India. We hear of Trailanga Swami of Varanasi, who supposedly lived to be around 300 years. There is Devraha Baba — his followers believe that he lived for over 250 years. Then there is the deathless Mahavatar Babaji, immortalised in Paramhansa Yogananda’s Autobiography Of A Yogi.

In the land of India, a young man named Arjun discovers that he possesses an incredible power-the power of cultivation. With this power, he embarks on a journey to become the strongest cultivator in the world. Arjun faces many challenges and enemies along the way, but with his dedication and determination, he overcomes them all. He trains under the guidance of powerful yogis and masters various forms of martial arts. As Arjun's power grows, he becomes known as the Immortal Yogi, feared and revered by all who know him. He travels throughout India, fighting off demons and evil spirits, and protecting the innocent. But Arjun's greatest challenge comes when he faces the ultimate enemy - a dark force that threatens to destroy the world. Arjun must use all of his power and knowledge to defeat this enemy and save humanity from destruction.As he battles against the darkness, Arjun discovers that his power comes with a great responsibility. He must use it for the greater good and protect the world from those who seek to harm it The Immortal Yogi is an epic tale of cultivation, martial arts, and the power of the human spirit. It takes readers on a thrilling journey through the mystical land of India, where anything is possible with the power of cultivation.

The world got bigger the day the girl I ever loved died and know I participate in a death game to know the truth and save her so join me on a drama shocking discovery on this life of a person I didn’t even know

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He had been living by walking on shards of shattered glass. Insulted, calculated, betrayed; those were the foods filling him as he grew up. As he became the one on the peak of success, the last betrayal finally killed him. When he woke up again, it was a new scenery. A loving parents, respectful servants, a luxurious home. The new world he was reborn into, was a thoroughly new experience for him. ...Hmm, but wait a second? Did Second Uncle just came over riding a flying carriage? ...Isn't the thing Aunty Xue holding is a camera? ...Is this a cultivation world or not? Where the hell does all the things from modern era came from??? Just as things couldn't become anymore confusing, a sudden word from his mother fell like a nuclear bomb. "Dearest baby son, tell mommy the truth. You're transmigrated or reborn? If you're transmigrated, which era and which country are you from? I came from year 2x1x." A/N: - Irregular update, will try for 1 per week. - A collection of short stories and drabbles. - A "what if real modern technologies meet the ancient xuanhuan" sort of situation. - Author is a single dog, but will occasionally feed marshmallows. - Please give comments! Her Highness likes positive feedback :)

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.