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Steampunk Apocalypse!

Earth suffered apocalypse. All electronics over the world were destroyed. War and famine ravaged the lands. When humanity tried to rebuild, they discovered that most technology no longer worked. The laws that governed the world had changed! Steam technology rose in popularity after the apocalypse. Humanity entered a new golden age. Then, the seven nightmares attacked. Espers with strange powers appeared. Mutants took over most of the world. This was the beginning of the Mana Apocalypse! My name is Edward Tesla and I was born during the Mana Apocalypse. This is my story about trying to protect everything I care about in this living hell. My inventions will defeat the nightmares and save the world! Steam rifles, steam tanks, and steam mechs. My inventions will surpass them all! Extra Note from the author: Some of the early chapters are a bit rough and need rewritten. Most of the long-term fans come from Chapter 21 and up. I guarantee the story continues to improve from there as you continue reading. Political factions, wars, steam tech, mana mysteries, and more. Though the story starts in America, it also visits China, Europe, Africa, and other areas of the world later on. -------------------------------------------------- Note from author: This novel was the winner of the Steampunk writing contest. Chapter Length: Chapters usually average between 2200 to 2800 words. Chapter Updates: Daily Updates. Chapters are usually posted around 12:00 PM US EST time. -------------------------------------------------- Readers, if you enjoy the book I'd appreciate anyone that adds the following tags: Academy Action AntiHero Apocalypse Esper Fantasy Futuristic Setting HiddenGem Horror Kingdom Building Magic Mech Mecha Mutant Steampunk SwordAndMagic War Weak to Strong

SnoozySloth · Terror
194 Chs

The walking dead:New world order

Damien Webb was supposed to die once. A regular man from the real world, Damien’s life ends in an accident that was never meant for him. But when a godlike being offers him compensation, Damien does the one thing most sane people would never do: he chooses to be reborn into the world of The Walking Dead. Not because he thinks it will be easy. Not because he wants power. But because he knows what is coming, he knows who dies, and he refuses to sit back while a world full of people walks blindly into the grave. Given three gifts — a super-soldier body, a pocket dimension for supplies, and the ability to learn and retain information at an impossible rate — Damien enters Georgia one month before the dead begin to rise. With limited time, a sizeable bank account, and the memories of a story he once watched from the safety of another world, he begins preparing for the end. Weapons. Medicine. Food. Water. Training. Maps. A loyal dog named Atlas. A fortified facility called New Haven. Every choice matters. Every day counts. And every mistake could become someone’s death sentence. But knowing the future does not mean controlling it. Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Morgan Jones, Glenn, Andrea, Dale, Carol, Daryl, Hershel, and countless others are no longer characters on a screen. They are real people with fears, flaws, hopes, and blood that can spill. Damien plans to bring them together before the apocalypse tears them apart, but saving lives means changing fate — and every change creates a new timeline with new dangers. Some enemies may appear early. Some allies may not trust him. Some deaths may come in ways he never expected. As the old world collapses, Damien must become more than a survivor. He must become a leader. Strict enough to keep people alive. Compassionate enough to keep them human. Powerful enough to stand against monsters. Humble enough to remember he is not a god. In a world where the dead walk and the living are often worse, New Haven may become humanity’s first real chance at a future. Or it may become the first battlefield of a new world order.

quan_Webb · Terror
85 Chs

IN THE EYES OF THE KILLER

The world is bright, even brighter than what I imagined. The first seventeen years were dull, spending all my time touching all things, pretending to be satisfied with the texture of it. Mom whispered, "The world is cruel, it's better for you not to see it." Dad uttered, "Secrets are meant to be secrets. If you heard that "access denied" don't ever cross it." The confrontation lacks weight as they try to intoxicate me with various information as I grow up. Let me ask you, what's essential? Is it your sense of smell, your privilege to hear things, your ability to taste everything, or is it your hands? Ever considered living without your sight, who are you? You define yourself as to what people tell you. You dress yourself the way they wanted too coz after all, it's their satisfaction that matter. You touch things to feel it, hoping your brain can understand what's behind a rough or a fine surface. From the start, you are seeing things differently to what they see for your eyes are their mouth and they only tell lies. Grandma said, "Be contented Lucy. You are denied of something for you are gifted about something. Isn't it fair?" Grandpa said, "You'll realize it as you grow older. You'll realize in time how having no sight is more of a fortune than a disgrace." Until I get older and my egocentric psyche grows with me, holding my hand and even taking over me. I wanted what's theirs, I wanted to have those. Let me have it please. Let me have a chance to see until I regret it. Regret seeing my mother cried in your hands, you cruel beast. You deserve to die. Let her live. Discord server:

Phantoms_are_true · Terror
32 Chs