the taste of terror

“Want to know the meaning of life? Want to live… a real life?” The world changes when you click YES. In God’s dimension, you have to keep getting stronger, keep evolving to survive one horror movie after another. Do you kill everyone in your way to reach the end as a lone king? Or fight along with your comrades and survive through the support of friends? Everything was just for staying alive. Until you find the secret of God’s dimension. Who is the real enemy?

[Desenvolvedor de Jogos de Terror: Meus jogos não são tão assustadores!] Eu odeio terror. Desde os sons de passos correndo atrás de mim, até os sussurros suaves, mas inquietantemente frios se enrolando em meus ouvidos... Tudo isso. Eu odeio. Tanto que começo a vomitar quando atinjo um certo limite. E ainda assim, sou um Desenvolvedor de Jogos de Terror. Um péssimo, por sinal. Então, dada a minha falta de habilidade, decidi desistir. Mas ainda assim... [Parabéns, você foi selecionado para o Sistema de Desenvolvimento de Jogos de Terror!] Não, eu não quero isso. Deixe-me desistir. ※ Nota: Seu mundo pode sofrer algumas mudanças. Mas não se preocupe! É parte do jogo! *** Esta é uma história sobre um desenvolvedor de jogos que odeia terror, mas não tem escolha a não ser desenvolver jogos assustadores o suficiente para traumatizar as pessoas. Você quer me amaldiçoar por fazer você urinar nas calças? Se for esse o caso, a quem devo amaldiçoar? *** Uma história inspirada em SCP com seu próprio toque!

[Desarrollador de Juegos de Terror: ¡Mis juegos no dan tanto miedo!] Odio el terror. Desde los sonidos nerviosos de pasos corriendo detrás de mí, hasta los susurros suaves pero inquietantemente fríos envolviéndome los oídos... Todo eso. Lo odio. Tanto que empiezo a vomitar cuando alcanzo cierto umbral. Y aun así, soy un Desarrollador de Juegos de Terror. Uno mediocre, además. Así que, dada mi falta de habilidad, decidí renunciar. Y sin embargo... [¡Felicidades, has sido seleccionado para el Sistema Desarrollador de Juegos de Terror!] No, no lo quiero. Déjame renunciar. ※ Nota: Tu mundo podría experimentar algunos cambios. ¡Pero no te preocupes! ¡Es parte del juego! *** Esta es una historia sobre un desarrollador de juegos que odia el terror, pero no tiene más remedio que desarrollar juegos lo suficientemente aterradores como para traumatizar a la gente. ¿Quieres maldecirme por hacer que te orines en los pantalones? Si ese es el caso, ¿a quién maldigo yo? *** ¡Una historia inspirada en SCP con su propio giro!

One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World? Author's Synopsis: What the hell is this? What the hell happened here? How did my room become so ruined after a single night? The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile. The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust. The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it. Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe. Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static. After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia. Mother… is this a dream? This must be a dream!

Upon waking up, Flanders traveled to a modern world that had magic and turned into a scarecrow that had zero mobility! Fortunately, as long as he absorbed fear, he could continue to evolve! From then on, an existence that caused a headache for the Wizard’s Association was born! He was called the Demon Lord of Terror, Master of Nightmares, Ancient Evil Now, Nightmare’s Edge... He, was the most powerful existence in this world!

When I opened my eyes, I found myself trapped in the very novel I despise most, and to make matters worse, I became Samuel Gebb, the tragic main character. Samuel's wife constantly brings other men into their home, and he’s forced to endure her mowns with other mens. But here's the twist: I’m not Samuel. I’m the Heavenly Demon, a being feared by the world for my martial prowess. In my first life, I was just an ordinary student who read this novel and became deeply depressed for months. In my second life, I took on the role of the Heavenly Demon and conquered the world. Now, if Abigail, the female lead, thinks she can control me like she did with Samuel, she’s gravely mistaken. I’m going to ensure she pays for what she did to Samuel. In the novel, Abigail claims she never slept with any men, but I don’t believe her, even if she’s telling the truth. I’ll make her regret the three years she tormented Samuel. Original Novel: The Marriage she turned into War. Author POV: that was utterly disgusting Novel and I'm seriously thinking why Webfic wrote it and what is the reason for Author to make Main character Suffer So much, So this will be more like a Fantasy Friction of Original and I'm gonna make sure this Novel will be Masterpiece Please don't get me wrong but after Reading the Original Novel I'm having Trust Issues with Love and Marriage but will see if I want to make Main character to Ship with someone or to Give him Harem.

Mature content (18+) "How far would you go for love?" [COMPLETED BOOK 1] Cruel and twisted Atlas Martini had 3 rules. 1. Never mix business with pleasure 2. Don't ever give second chances 3. Never get emotional attached to someone. He has never been tempted to break these rules until he met her. His new secretary, Meredith Rossi. With her big glasses and doe eyes, she was the most innocent and pure woman he has ever met. he couldn't wait to taint her. To ruin, claim and bend her over his desk. She was supposed to be a prey for him to play around with until he found himself addicted to her. Like a drug, he craved an overdose. Now she was his secretary, His Angel His good girl. A woman with dark secrets, Meredith Rossi didn't think running away from home with her little brother would change her life forever. Her boss was everything she should avoid. Fierce, ruthless, a promised pain and sexy as hell. When he proposition a devilish deal she agreed because life was too short not to live out your dark fantasies. Temptation was the ultimate ruin of man and if she was going down she might as well pick her poison which was him. Now he was her Boss Her dominant Her ultimate downfall. Theirs was a love story that questioned how far you would go for love---would you fall in love with a cursed monster? --------- ---------- Excerpt; "You got such a dirty imagination for an Angel." Atlas grasped her chin in one hand and forced her to meet his gaze. "Touch yourself Angel." Atlas ordered, his breath tickling her ear. "Let me see what you do when you are alone with your dirty fantasies."

Un apuesto semiorco de cuerpo corpulento y músculos perfectos yace de pie, con una gran hacha sobre un hombro. Sus ojos azul neón observan el vacío, esperando a aquellos que amenazarían su mundo. Enormes criaturas de figuras monstruosas, bestias del abismo, están aquí para matar al orco. Sus alaridos de ira y gritos de dolor llenaban el aire. Los cadáveres de estos monstruos rodean su cuerpo, formando su trono de pavor. Su larga cola se estrella contra el suelo, convirtiéndolos en pulpa mientras usa su brutal hacha con poderosos tajos, partiéndolos en pedazos. "¡Este mundo será nuestro; no puedes detener a nuestra legión! ¡Orco!", sonó una voz distorsionada y malvada. "¡MÍRAME!", gritó el orco, lleno de confianza y orgullo. En un acto de desafío, una niebla púrpura lo envolvió mientras se transformaba en un monstruo, con largas alas de grifo y afilados cuernos en la cabeza; un cuerpo corpulento y musculoso, y piernas cubiertas de gruesas escamas y pezuñas negras. ¡Bang! El orco avanzó, con el corazón ardiendo de pasión y deseo mientras bramaba con una voz demoníaca y distorsionada. "Yo soy el Soberano del Terror, viles Demonios. ¡Este es MI mundo! ¡Regresen a su páramo a pudrirse, o MUERAN!" Era una mantícora, la única mantícora macho que jamás ha existido. No lucha por poder. ¡Ni por la gloria! Alistair "Raven" Granbell lucha solo por sus amadas mujeres y porque AMA luchar contra los fuertes y aplastarlos bajo su hacha Mor'vaal para demostrar que merece su título de Soberano del Terror.

Liu Yan, a prodigious young chef with a bizarre ability to taste emotions, suffered from a terminal illness with little time remaining. A system came to her out of the blue, offering to prolong her life, but the catch was… she had to open her own restaurant first. Suddenly, her life started to change. Now, she had a little adorable cub to raise. A new restaurant where customers could have their wishes granted by tossing a coin into a strange fish jar. And a gentle and kind kindergarten teacher whose smile was as warm as sunshine, for whom she was willing to cook for her entire life. So, what kind of flavour would Liu Yan taste in her brand-new life?

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