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THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL: IRON DOMINION

THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL "Try not to die like a bitch this time." That was the last thing the System told me before it rebooted the timeline. I’m Jack Monroe, a construction manager who failed to save the world. In my first life, I died screaming on Day 30, ranked 47th out of 50 warlords, watching my fortress crumble because I cut corners on a concrete wall. Now, I’ve been sent back to Day 1 with a roadmap of the apocalypse carved into my skull and a 30-day countdown to a cosmic Server Wipe. Round Two isn't about heroics. It's about industry. Trapped in the toxic wasteland of East St. Louis, I have to turn a bankrupt chemical plant into an impenetrable Silo. I have to manage a crew of terrified laborers, a mutinous sheriff, and two System entities warring for my soul. The dead don't just walk—they evolve. Shamblers turn into Runners, Runners turn into Mutants, and my neighbors turn into looters. I have a plan. I have a blueprint. I have a shovel. And if you get in the way of my construction schedule, you’re going into the concrete mixer. Build. Harvest. Optimize. Welcome to the Cull. Genre: LitRPG, Post-Apocalyptic, Survival Horror Tags: Kingdom Building, Regression, Anti-Hero, Base Building, Zombie Evolution, Crunch (Stats), Gore, Ruthless Protagonist. Content Warning: This story contains graphic violence, strong language, body horror (System Sickness), and a protagonist who prioritizes survival over morality. Rated 18+
Heartless_Veteran · 8.2k Views

A Simple Priest... Or so I thought

This world has certainly changed since the last time I died... In the United States, if you're from a rural town, you better get home before nightfall, or you might run into the madman with the chainsaw. One rule most people know is: never enter a stranger’s house, or you might find yourself in a wax museum. And if you're planning a fun night with friends, don't choose a cabin in the middle of the woods. If you're a scientist and you want to study something that might be beyond your control, don't do it in the middle of a small town. Jonathan had heard many stories throughout his working life as a priest, and he had dealt with all kinds of problems—killer clowns, young people possessed by evil spirits, a disturbing dark being that invaded people's dreams, murderous dolls, monsters in the mist, and those things that only happen in a lighthouse. As a priest, Jonathan had to take care of every real problem that came his way. Of course, his fees weren’t exactly cheap. Whenever he took on a case, whether it was counseling or a cleansing, the results were always exactly what people hoped for. Jonathan has to admit that sometimes he used a bit more gunpowder than necessary to handle a case, but he always solved everything with a single prayer: "I ask you, God, to show me how to be open, but also teach me how to guard my heart. Help me not to fight the wrong way, but instead to think like a warrior of the kingdom. Thank you for being the light that guides my steps. I give you glory and praise for being my waymaker." Jonathan is the greatest warrior of God among humans.
SrCuervo · 1.1m Views

Hakurage no ame Hara (ハクラゲの雨原-Hakurage's Fields of Rain)

On rainy mornings in Tokyo, fourteen-year-old Shinji Minakawa escapes his brutal home life to find solace in an abandoned winter garden. There, he encounters Hakurage Shizu, a mysterious fifteen-year-old gardener living alone among impossible blooms and fading memories. Shinji's world is one of violence and poverty—a father whose fists speak louder than words, a mother drowning in three jobs, and nights spent at a convenience store just to survive. Art is his only refuge, though his parents call it worthless dreaming. Hakurage's world ended six years ago when his parents died in a storm he believes he caused. Now he tends their botanical research facility alone, fighting to preserve their legacy before creditors seize everything in six months. The garden is all he has left—and it's dying. They strike a deal: Shinji will create paintings for Hakurage to sell, funding the garden's restoration. But the subjects Hakurage requests are strangely specific—a red swing set, a paper boat in hydrangeas, a broken fountain. Each painting awakens something in Shinji, fragments of a past he can't quite remember. As the rainy season deepens, so does their bond. Two kids carrying unbearable weights find in each other what they've been missing: someone who understands that survival is its own kind of courage. But the paintings are more than commissions—they're keys to a forgotten childhood friendship, to a tragedy that destroyed both their families simultaneously, to a connection that was severed but never truly broken. With time running out and their demons closing in, Shinji and Hakurage must face the truth buried beneath six years of grief and trauma. In a garden where winter flowers bloom against all logic, they'll discover that some bonds grow back stronger than before—like petals pushing through frost, beautiful and impossible and utterly real. A 14-episode emotional odyssey exploring trauma, memory, found family, and the redemptive power of art and connection. 雨の東京の朝、14歳の皆川シンジは、荒んだ家庭生活から逃れ、打ち捨てられた冬の庭園に安らぎを見出す。そこで彼は、不可能に咲き誇る花々と薄れゆく記憶の中に一人で暮らす、謎めいた15歳の庭師、志津葉蔵に出会う。 シンジの世界は暴力と貧困に満ちている――言葉よりも拳で語る父親、三つの仕事に溺れる母親、そして生き延びるためだけにコンビニで夜を過ごす日々。アートは彼の唯一の避難所だが、両親はそれを「無価値な夢想」と呼ぶ。 葉蔵の世界は、彼自身が引き起こしたと信じる嵐の中で両親が亡くなった6年前に終わった。今、彼は一人で彼らの植物研究施設を手入れし、債権者が6ヶ月後にすべてを差し押さえる前に、彼らの遺産を守るために闘っている。庭園は彼に残されたすべて――そして、それは死に瀕している。 二人は取引を結ぶ。シンジが葉蔵に売るための絵を描き、庭園の修復資金とするのだ。しかし、葉蔵が要求する主題は奇妙に具体的だ――赤いブランコ、紫陽花の中の紙の船、壊れた噴水。それぞれの絵はシンジの中で何かを呼び覚ます。それは彼が完全には思い出せない過去の断片だった。 雨季が深まるにつれて、彼らの絆も深まっていく。耐え難い重荷を背負った二人の少年は、お互いの中に、自分たちが失っていたものを見つける。それは、「生き残ること」がそれ自体、一種の勇気であることを理解してくれる誰かだ。だが、その絵は単なる依頼以上のものだった――それは、忘れ去られた幼い頃の友情、同時に両家族を破壊した悲劇、そして断ち切られたが決して壊れてはいなかった繋がりへの鍵なのだ。 時間がなくなり、彼らの抱える悪魔が迫る中、シンジと葉蔵は、6年間の悲しみとトラウマの下に埋もれた真実と向き合わなければならない。すべての論理に反して冬の花が咲くこの庭園で、彼らはある種の絆が、以前よりも強く成長することを発見するだろう――まるで霜を突き破って咲く花びらのように、美しく、不可能で、そして全くの現実として。 トラウマ、記憶、見つけた家族、そしてアートと繋がりの持つ救済力を探求する、全14話の感動的な物語。
Shyzuli_2 · 1.8k Views

Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes

Ghost portals opened all across the world, and getting possessed seemed as common as catching a fever. As such, humanity was forced to live in safe zones that were steadily shrinking day by day. Yet to Lana, nothing was new. She was reborn on the day when the true daughter of the Almond family returned. She watched as Brenda, her murderer from the past life, was pampered by the Almond siblings. “Lana, you should know your place and leave.” Eldest Young Almond ordered with glacial disdain. “A wretch like you never belonged to the Almond Family. Pitiful mutt.” Second Young Master Almond chuckled, his venom-laced words resounding, “And if possible, stop comparing yourself to Brenda. She is a rare awakened Dream Warden, while you... sigh. Marry a beggar, and that would be the grandest achievement in your life.” “I always wondered why a dim-witted person like her ended up as our sister. Sigh... I am concerned that she might perish after being possessed by a roadside ghost.” The Third Young Master derided. For safety and peace, Lana left the Almond family and forged her own empire. Trash? She became a supreme Talisman Practitioner! Marry a beggar? The wealthy heirs in Brookvale lined up to wed her! Die in the hands of a roadside ghost? The specters in the ghost zones trembled upon hearing her name! Poor mutt? Heh! Her business empire earned her billions of dollars every single month! Even her past life’s moonlight was shamelessly flirting with her! Lana never thought that her past life's misery was orchestrated by a schemer, neither she thought that her luck was stolen away by the docile lovable daughter of the Almond family. In this life, she vowed to live a thriving life and protect her luck. She fought off ghosts haunting her world while fighting the mysterious forces. .......................................................................................... Extract “Mister, I feel a connection with you. Would you like to adopt me?” Lana fluttered her eyelashes while gazing at the handsome young man with lustrous black hair. Yet what intoxicated her the most was the radiant purple and gold aura around her past life’s moonlight! So delicious! She longed to devour him whole! “No.” His deep voice reverberated in Lana’s heart, making her freeze for a second. ‘Ah... sure enough... an untouchable flower like him... is out of my league!’ “However... I do need a silver cat.” His words were laced with ambiguity as he stared at her intently, “Especially the dauntless one that loves to sneak into my bed at night and claw my admirers.” Lana •silver cat•: “...” Ugh... no, it’s not me .....................................................................................
LittleRabbit1111 · 392.3k Views