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The Strategist Who Was Built to Destroy all Dimensions

In Vexum, the Dimension of War Mathematics, every conflict is an equation and every emotion is a weakness. Kael Ashenvane was taken at age three and raised inside the Strategium, a windowless pyramid where children are forged into living weapons of pure strategy. By seventeen, he was the youngest operative ever certified. He was perfect. Precise. Obedient. He was also never supposed to find the anomaly. When Kael discovers that Vexum's conflicts are being engineered from outside his dimension, his own institution turns on him and throws him into a world where intellect means nothing and his body isn't strong enough to be seen. Stripped of everything, he discovers Severance, a power system that lets you sacrifice pieces of yourself for abilities beyond mortal limits. A memory. A sense. An emotion. The more you give up, the stronger you become. But Kael has something no one else does. He can see probability. Not guess it. Not model it. See it. Every outcome, every percentage, every shifting odd laid bare in real-time. Where others sever blindly and hope, Kael sees exactly what each sacrifice will cost and what it will yield before he ever makes the cut. He trades less of himself for more power than should be possible. "Every outcome has a number. I just have to find the one worth betting on." There's one problem. Someone engineered his entire life to put him on a path toward a specific Severance pattern. One that, if completed, would erase every dimension in existence. Kael wasn't raised to be a strategist. He was built to be a bomb. Now, hunted across twenty-seven dimensions by factions that want to use him, control him, or kill him, he has to do the one thing no equation can solve: Choose who he wants to be.
Rugzy · 6.3k Views

RCW: Real Cultivation World

I only publish this novel on ScribbleHub and Webnovel. If you see it on any other website, it has been reposted without my permission. ... Immortality sounds glorious—right up until you’re the one still standing at the family altar while everyone else turns to names on wood... and Elian found it in the hard way. This isn’t the quick-breakthrough kind of world. Pills spoil. Talismans smudge. The sect counts spirit stones before it counts favors. Years go by between small steps, and every step costs something. Elian has a cheat—but only with a bit of advantages, survival is uncertain, and the harsh realities of immortality come to life. He grows up in a cultivation clan where “family” means both shelter and competition. As he lives longer, he starts outlasting the people who taught him how to hold a sword. And what of the tired trope of men endlessly pursuing women? Why not flip the script? Why can’t the so-called “righteous female ancestor” seek out younger male cultivators—not for schemes, but out of genuine love or even because she's captivated by his youthful charm? No heaven-defying bloodline. No instant power-ups. Just a patient, clever cultivator learning where to bend and where to bite. This story was born out of my deep fascination with xianxia and cultivation novels—a genre I’ve devoured for years. But as I read, one question kept lingering in my mind: what would a true cultivation world look like? For years, I’ve been asking myself these questions while consuming cultivation stories, and now, I’ve written this story to discover the answers. Because it draws inspiration from so many xianxia novels, I’ve decided to place it in the fan fiction section. (I will use chinese names and a bit of western elements) No system.
Davidinos_9 · 58.8k Views

Lost World

Ethan is a man nearing forty who has squandered his life behind a screen. Since his teenage years, he has poured everything into online games, chasing digital achievements while real life quietly passed him by. Now, with reality finally weighing on him, he realizes how empty his existence has become. Despite decades of obsession, he has only one thing to show for it: the #1 account in the world’s most popular MMORPG, Lost World Online—a fully immersive virtual game operated through neural-link technology. It is an account powerful enough to guarantee fame, sponsorships, and a second chance at life. But overnight… it vanishes. No warnings… No errors… His account simply ceases to exist. Ethan spends the entire night frantically searching for answers, contacting the developers through official forums, only to be told that nothing can be done. Without the account, even streaming or professional contracts are impossible. Exhausted and hollow, he finally gives up and falls asleep, deciding to forget his regret, half hoping everything would be a dream when he wakes up. When Ethan opens his eyes, he finds himself standing before the character creation screen of Lost World Online. It feels like a dream, yet his mind is clear, his body well responsive, not even like a game. Paying little attention, he goes ahead and creates a character and initiates the game. Then, his vision is swallowed by darkness. A violent rush of wind slams into him, and when his senses return, he is standing inside a bustling town from the game. Before he can question the missing opening cutscene—something that should always play after character creation—his attention is seized by the scene around him. The town was celebrating an Annual Festival. This was a festival that only ever occurred once, a festival that marked the first day Lost World Online was launched. Realizing the impossible, Ethan hurriedly calls up his system interface—only to find that there is no options menu, no settings, no log-out button… “This cannot be real.”
ZombieMann · 59k Views