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Sebuah retakan misterius muncul dan mengubah seluruh sistem tatanan dunia. Para peneliti mencoba memastikan tentang sesuatu yang mereka sebut retakan dimensi. sebab retakan misterius yang disebut retakan dimensi mengeluarkan energi aneh. Sebuah energi yang tidak diketahui oleh para peneliti manusia di bumi karena baru pertama kali melihatnya. "Monster Dimensi" Itulah teriakan yang sering terdengar ketika manusia melihat monster keluar dari retakan dimensi. Fenomena kemunculan monster dimensi masih menjadi perdebatan para peneliti. Namun fenomena itu tidak hanya membuat kekacauan, tapi juga memakan banyak korban. Sampai akhirnya sosok manusia yang disebut etranger muncul dan membunuh monster dimensi. "Etranger yang bisa mengalahkan monster dimensi adalah kunci utama untuk keselamatan umat manusia." Begitulah argumen Presiden Amerika ketika melakukan pertemuan darurat tentang kemunculan monster dimensi. Dunia telah menganggap keberadaan etranger merupakan kondisi istimewa yang menguntungkan manusia. Namun tidak semua kekuatan mendatangkan kebaikan, sebab tidak semua orang bisa menjadi etranger. "Kami kaum elit yang telah berkuasa jauh lebih pantas mendapatkan kekuatan itu dari pada rakyat jelata...!" Rasa iri terus menghiasi orang-orang yang tidak mendapat kekuatan untuk menjadi seorang etranger. Tingkat kejahatan di sebuah negara yang tidak bisa mengatur etranger pun meningkat dengan pesat. Indonesia juga termasuk negara yang pernah mengalami krisis akibat ulah para etranger. Pembunuhan, pemerkosaan, pencurian, dan banyak kejahatan lainnya yang melibatkan para etranger. Rigma Sanja Dawala, anak dari seorang peneliti dan Jenderal Besar Militer Indonesia yang tidak menyukai etranger. Di tengah kekacauan dunia, rigma lebih memilih menjadi seorang peneliti. Rigma mencoba mencari pengetahuan tentang sumber kekuatan etranger. Segala macam jenis pengetahuan tentang etranger terus dipelajari olehnya. Semua itu dilakukan karena sosok terpenting baginya terkena penyakit kontaminasi jiwa akibat serangan monster dimensi. Sampai akhirnya muncul kondisi dimana rigma hampir mati karena serangan monster dimensi peringkat SS+. Di saat kritis rigma masih memikirkan keselamatan temannya, hingga sebuah suara terdengar. "Terimalah kontrak ini untuk membuat kami bertiga menjadi milikmu." Tiga jiwa pengelana menawarkan kontrak saat rigma hampir mati untuk membuatnya menjadi etranger. Rigma pun terpaksa menjadi etranger untuk menolong teman sekelasnya di universitas. "Kami, sosok yang sering disebut Raja terkuat akan membantumu menemukan jawabannya."

We follow the lives of several people in the Galahad Magical academy, what shall we see!

The Pret Atma Story In a small, quiet village surrounded by thick forests and endless fields, there was an old mansion that everyone feared. People called it “Bhoot Bangla,” but its real name had long been forgotten. No one in the village went near it after sunset, and even during the day, children were warned never to play around it. The reason was simple—villagers believed that the house was cursed and that a Pret Atma (ghost spirit) lived inside it. The mansion stood at the edge of the village, half-broken and swallowed by wild plants. Its windows were cracked, its doors creaked even when there was no wind, and its walls carried a strange silence that made people uncomfortable. Long ago, it had belonged to a wealthy family, but one night, something terrible happened inside, and since then, no one dared to live there again. Many stories circulated in the village about what exactly happened. Some said there was a murder, others believed it was a family betrayal, and a few elders whispered that dark rituals were performed in the house. But everyone agreed on one thing—after that night, strange things began to happen. People reported hearing footsteps in empty rooms, soft crying sounds in the middle of the night, and shadows moving behind broken windows. Despite all these warnings, a young man named Arjun did not believe in ghosts. He was a city boy, practical and logical, who had come to the village to visit his ancestral land after many years. He laughed when villagers told him not to go near the mansion. “There is no such thing as ghosts,” he said confidently. “These are just old stories to scare children.” The villagers tried to stop him, but Arjun was stubborn. One evening, as the sun began to set and the sky turned orange and red, he decided to visit the mansion. He took a flashlight and walked alone towards the dreaded building. As he approached, the atmosphere began to change. The air felt colder, and the sounds of birds disappeared completely. Even the wind seemed to stop. The mansion loomed in front of him like a giant shadow swallowing the fading light. For a moment, Arjun felt a strange hesitation, but he shook it off and stepped inside. The front door was slightly open, creaking loudly as he pushed it. Inside, the air was heavy and smelled of dust and something else he could not identify. The flashlight beam cut through the darkness, revealing broken furniture, torn curtains, and spider webs hanging from the ceiling. Every step he took made the wooden floor groan as if the house itself was complaining. “Hello?” Arjun called out, trying to sound brave. His voice echoed strangely, as if it was not alone in the room. There was no answer. Only silence. He walked further inside, checking each room. Everything looked abandoned, yet strangely untouched, as if time had stopped here. In one room, he found a large mirror covered with a white cloth. Something about it made him uneasy. The cloth seemed too clean compared to the rest of the dusty house. Ignoring the feeling, he moved upstairs. The staircase was narrow and unstable. Halfway up, he heard something—a soft whisper. He stopped immediately and turned his flashlight around. Nothing was there. “Probably wind,” he muttered to himself. But then came the sound again. This time clearer. It sounded like someone calling his name. “Ar…jun…” He froze. His heartbeat increased. Slowly, he turned back, but the staircase behind him looked empty. Gathering courage, he continued upstairs. The whispering stopped. At the top floor, there were three rooms. The doors were slightly open, as if inviting him inside. He pushed the first door. The room was empty except for a broken bed. The second room had old paintings hanging crookedly on the wall. But it was the third room that caught his attention. The door was tightly closed. As he reached for the handle, the temperature suddenly dropped. His breath became visible in the air. His hand trembled slightly, but he opened the door. Inside th

"Satu sayatan di nadi demi menyelamatkan sebuah mimpi." Bagi Bagas, melihat Kedai Kopi Selasar miliknya perlahan hancur akibat kondisi ekonomi saat ini adalah siksaan batin yang luar biasa. Saat pikiran dan kewarasannya mulai meracau di ujung keputusasaan, sebuah gua gelap mempertemukannya dengan sebuah kitab kuno asal Timur Tengah. Kitab itu menjanjikan kejayaan kembali bagi Selasar. Syaratnya gila: tulis keinginanmu dengan darahmu sendiri. Bagas mengambil nekat itu. Selasar kembali ramai, namun ada harga mati yang kini datang menagih jiwanya. Ketika darah telah mengikat sumpah, tidak ada jalan untuk kembali.

The many themes from class to race to gender all stood out to me and resonated with my life. I was the little girl born into the lower-income family, with the single mom. I was black and female. The odds were undoubtedly stacked against me. But, like Sula, I didn't care then and don't care now.

In the Northern Nigeria, where we situate our scene, two royal households of different tribes; both are emphatically aristocrats. Although, one is more superior than the other in power. The enmity which was established by their forefathers runs deep like the stream of life that runs through their veins. The venom of hatred spreads through their minds like a plague, resulting into a tribal massacre. On the verge of war, an antidote was provided to bury the generational strife which is an arranged marriage between the offsprings of both households. However, the prince of Sokoto sultanate loves another girl with all his heart and soul. A girl from a different geo-political zone, different religion and belief. A girl who imbibes a different culture; a girl who doesn’t belong to an aristocrat family. Would their love triumph over the difference between them in the midst of a tribal massacre? Or would the difference dwarf the height of their love?

A boy named Ezer is an orphan who lives with his adoptive grandmother, His parents did not die but abandoned ezer who looked different from ordinary human, half of Ezer's body was black which formed a strange pattern, His parents believed that this child was cursed threw him into the river, where he was found by Ume

"Ele causa arrepios, calafrios e até sangue gelado. Uma presença tão intensa que afugenta a luz e as trevas, o terror revelado!" - Bryan Mortyan "O segredo foi descoberto pelos moradores dessa cidade da pior forma possível. E lá ele permanece, como uma bomba relógio" - Artur Carvalho Essa é a história da região de cidades da linha vermelha. Acontecimentos incomuns ocorreram a muito tempo e estranhamente voltaram a acontecer neste lugar. Coisas estranhas essas que transcendem qualquer explicação; conspirações, terrorismo, extraterrestres, fantasmas, demônios... Ante ao desespero da população, as coisas começam a fugir do controle, já que nada consegue se encaixar nos ocorridos. Uma vez que aonde ele passe, não reste nada que denuncie sua natureza, transformando-o num mistério assustador e caótico. Experimente as páginas desse assombroso mistério e vivencie o suspense por trás da trama de personagens que terão a esperança de ter alguma luz no fim do túnel. Viver as dores, angústias, sofrimentos, pesadelos e traumas de cada um. Veja como um copo se esvazia lentamente até que o inevitável chegue e arruíne toda e qualquer tese formulada. E quando esse momento chegar... Agarre-se a esperança, ou renda-se a Allulasu!

"Sultanat" is a historical fiction novel that follows the story of Akbar, a young prince who becomes the sultan of the small empire of Sultanat-e-Abrar after witnessing the death of his father. Despite his young age, Akbar is determined to become a just and effective ruler. However, his inexperience and lack of support from neighboring empires make his reign challenging

Accidentally bound to a quick transmigration system, Ning Yue is resistant on the surface, but inwardly, she's screaming wildly: "As long as I keep completing missions, it's equivalent to gaining eternal life, I'm going to keep transmigrating forever!" In "True and Fake Rich Daughter," she is the fake rich daughter who was abandoned. She declares, "The wealthy family abandoned me, so I will create a wealthy family of my own!" In "Era's Blessed Child," she leads her entire family to build a fortune, turning the fake blessed child into a real blessed child. In "Flourishing Age of Shengshi," having transmigrated into the Empress who was turned into cannon fodder, she simply turns the ungrateful mother and son into cannon fodder instead.