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Knowledge is currency. Alchemy is knowledge. Most of the world doesn’t know alchemy exists. Those who do call it heresy. Those who practice it call it ascension. A man wakes in the lightless depths of Tauran City Prison with no records, no history—only a modern vocabulary that doesn’t belong to him. In a facility built to process human bodies, ignorance is a death sentence. To survive the lower floors, he bonds with a parasitic alchemical metal—an artifact that grows stronger through blood, memory, and use. It is a weapon, a tool, and a cost he does not yet understand. Guided by a man who knows too many and a girl who should not have lived this long, he descends through a system where alchemy is graded, identities fracture, and power is never free. You are not a prisoner. You are a specimen. And ascension has already begun.

Three hundred years ago, a tower appeared at the center of the world and changed everything. Since then, awakening a talent has meant power… or becoming food. Eryon Valen awakens as a B-rank combatant, with a common ability and a limited future. Burdened by debt, stripped of privilege, and with a sick sister depending on him, he can only hope to survive one more day inside the tower. But when greed, chance, and the tower’s cruelty push him to the brink of an absurd death, something awakens within him. A power that should not exist. In a world where the tower decides the worth of every life, Eryon will not ascend to save it. He will ascend to destroy it.

In The Chaos of London, 18-year-old Milan rushes his 15-year-old sister, Ayanna to St. Thomas’ Hospital for a life-saving surgery to treat her acute lymphoblastic leukemia (All). As Ayanna’s condition worsened, Milan leaves to fetch her favorite teddy bear from their flat in Camden, promising to return ASAP But Milan’s away, unthinkable happens: a mysterious outbreak turns the hospital’s patients and staff into bloodthirsty vampires. Ayanna trapped amidst the chaos, while Milan’s stuck in London’s tangled streets desperate to reunite Now, Separated and fighting for survival, Milan and Ayanna must navigate the dark alleys of South Bank, evade the undead, and face impossible choices to find each other. Can they outsmart the vampires and rewrite their fate?

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Endymion Morningstar is an amnesiac Slumberer of the thousandth year, one who waited for a Star he could devour in order to awaken and fully transmigrate into a new world known as the Towers of Slumber. This occurred after the Devourers destroyed the Cosmos, forcing all souls to take refuge within the Obelisk where the Towers now wander. Upon awakening, prepared to face deadly trials known as Sequences, he rejected the concept of Heirhood, the path of becoming an Heir to one of the Primordial Entities called Parents, those who built the Towers. Instead, he faced his first challenge as an Orphan and, through that defiance, obtained a unique Trait. Worse still, he became a prophet capable only of perceiving the probable future of a hero . . .

They promised a cure. They delivered a plague. In Metro City, the rain doesn’t wash away the blood—it just spreads it. The Nexo Incident was supposed to be a pharmaceutical breakthrough. Instead, the VX-1.089 virus turned 99.7% of its test subjects into biological nightmares. Now, the survivors aren't human anymore, and the corporations are trying to bury the truth under a mountain of corpses. Agent Adrian Cole is a decorated NPU officer who thought he had seen it all. That was before he was assigned to protect Yuki Tanaka—a witness who knows too much. Now, Adrian has a target on his back, a city crumbling into madness, and a partner, Aveline, who is too perfect to be true. He thinks his job is to hunt the monsters on the street. He’s wrong. The worst predators aren’t the ones screaming in the dark. They are the ones signing his paycheck.

Sebastian’s life is turned upside down when he is unexpectedly thrust into the dangerous and unpredictable world of the Realm Walkers. As he navigates this new reality, he must face deadly challenges, forge uneasy alliances, and confront secrets that could change everything he knows about himself and the realms around him. With every choice carrying high stakes, Sebastian discovers that surviving this world means more than just strength—it requires courage, wit, and the resilience to overcome the darkest twists of fate. Note that the build up of the first few chapters may seem slow. Chapters per week 2-3 might increase to 5-7 Just lacking motivation ......... Sebastian pushed himself upright, though it felt as if the air itself had turned to tar around him. His thoughts drifted through a dense, suffocating fog that weighed more than his own limbs. Every breath was an effort. Every movement felt resisted by something unseen—something that clung to him without leaving a single bruise or mark to prove it existed. There was no chain. No wound. No logical reason for the heaviness sinking into his bones. And yet it was there. Relentless. He staggered toward the mirror standing quietly before him—too quietly, as if it had been waiting. A shard of memory flickered at the back of his mind, but every attempt to grasp it made the fog thicken, swallowing the thought before it could form. When he finally faced the glass, he froze. His reflection was… wrong. The face was his, yet the expression wasn’t. A smile threatened at the corners of his mouth—not his smile, but something using it. The eyes blinked half a second too late. And the longer he stared, the more the reflection seemed to grow aware of him, as though it had just woken up. A crawling cold travelled up his spine. “What… are you?” he whispered. His reflection tilted its head first. A smile still played across its lips—thin, deliberate, and wrong. There was no warmth in it. No flicker of anything human. It was a cold curve of the mouth, carved with the kind of precision that suggested practice rather than emotion. The eyes above it didn’t match the expression; they remained distant, unfocused, as though gazing at something beyond him trying but also failing to recall. Then its gaze focused on him It then spoke: “The scavenger of the Sovereign’s lost soul, A legacy bound to us… for the world to behold.”

Chaos reveals the false The chaotic is the false The enlightened ruler grows lazy before reality The tyrant imposes himself upon the world with his gaze alone The one who places a crown upon his head yet hungers for the mortal realm The one dressed as a peasant, clutching a knife, dancing wildly Come, leap up—dance while singing praises to the king So that we may pray for rain, for sun, for an eternal song to the royal line Weep? Why weary yourself with tears, O nameless one in the annals of history? Your name is but an anonymous digit, flickering for a single instant Who are you, oh self-proclaimed “I,” who are you to become the dog of “I”? The lecher sees happiness wherever his eyes fall The arrogant one—who dares bow his head to look at the road ahead? Who out there dares sing the epic of love? Who out there dares speak aloud the loneliness of the man standing in the crowd? We are far apart, yet near; we see, yet cannot touch We keep walking—why reach the place? We arrive—why have we come? Why must we still walk? The starving see crumbs and call them true love The rich look at poverty and call it truth Truth is ignorance; ignorance is numbness Do I dare walk upon the corpses of the wretched? I see truth in the poor, yet the poor cannot see it themselves Could it be—they are simply lazy? Envy toward the three laws of the sky and clouds How can I reach the high clouds, O Icarus? I arrive—my wings melt away I look—the sky scorches my eyes I speak—the wind steals my words I crave connection—the more I seek, the lonelier I become I crave money—the more I seek, the poorer I grow I crave knowledge—the more I seek, the less I believe O fallen one cast from the heavens, tell me O one who touched the horizon, show me The song that rises from this age I dance among thousands of dancers The first time I danced, I was shy Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I laughed But how dare my life fall too often? For my clothes were never made to last Dreams of splendor are like fresh green grass The dreamer climbs high into the clouds The fool tumbles into the fish pond The slave sees golden light upon the throne The hot-tempered sees the tyrant’s decree The noble sees radiance inside the treasure chest The betrayed sees happiness in lowly places The starving sees a piece of bread in a child’s hand The indifferent sees only calloused palms Majestic kingship—sullied by lowly slaves sitting beside it Pierced through by the cunning, seduced by the lovelorn Planted with flags by the zealous, lain upon by the empty Obscured by debauchery, obscured by grief “That year, I—the depraved one—came to this place, bearing countless sins of corruption. He gazed upon the eternal gate, freely trampling the eternal dark river, branding seven songs upon the dark souls of the walking dead: ‘Wrath ignites the flames of the world Lust loses the feeling of love Greed inevitably loses the self’s true will Pride shoulders the heavens it built itself Sloth helplessly watches the world collapse Gluttony is swallowed by the hunger of the earth Envy is slain by the spear of the lowly’” Thus is humanity: trampling one another while sneering in laughter, witnessing pain yet despising it War and chaos born of pride, swords and blades born of greed Bullet wounds born of rage Hunger devours even morality, greed robs the laws of heaven Rage incinerates the original heart Lust trades all things for fleeting pleasure Sloth inevitably blinds itself, pride leads to catastrophic fall Envy topples the king

“Maxruell and Juvy were ordinary twins, until the bloodline’s forbidden power awakened. Crimson darkness in his hands, the power to control life and death. Every soul, every element, every gem at her command. But such power comes with a price: every gang, every criminal, every cult in the world wants it. To survive, they must fight… and one of them must die. In a world of chaos, horror, and unstoppable carnage, who will inherit everything?”

Breaking News! All students and teachers across the country have vanished without a trace. For William, an ordinary high school freshman, today was supposed to be the start of his school life. Instead, he dies during the entrance ceremony. [You have died.] [Restarting from the checkpoint.] [Loading...] When a strange window appears before his eyes, William realizes he has been thrown into a ruthless survival game—one where death is only the beginning. The tutorial is only the first trial, and failure is not an option. What secrets does the window hide? And how long can William survive before uncovering the truth behind this deadly game?

You wake up in the Naruto world as Souta—a completely forgettable Academy student with no clan, no talent, and no plot armor. The only thing you carry is fractured, dangerous meta-knowledge of the future. But this world already has a chosen one. Naruto Uzumaki is protected by fate itself. Souta can *feel* it—an invisible pressure that punishes him whenever he tries to interfere with events meant for Naruto. Warnings choke in his throat. Reality twists. Steel bends away from Naruto… and into Souta. One desperate attempt to save Iruka costs Souta his arm—and draws the attention of Konoha’s darkest shadows. Now marked as “evidence” and “asset,” Souta is pulled into ANBU custody and Danzo’s grasp, where knowledge isn’t power. It’s a liability. In a world that resists change, Souta must decide: keep struggling to become the “real MC”… or accept that the story will break him every time he reaches for Naruto’s spotlight.

In a city plagued by monster attacks, Izumi Wakari lives an ordinary life—until she turns back during an evacuation to save a child. That moment becomes the beginning of everything. As her path crosses with Kanzaki Reo, a man far too composed for this broken world, Wakari is pulled into the hidden truth behind the city’s monsters, the fragile line between humanity and something else. A dark urban fantasy where an ordinary life shatters, and fate awakens.

Ethan Cole is twenty-six, broke, alone, and one missed rent payment away from losing the last place he can still call home. When a job listing with no requirements and impossible pay appears on his phone, desperation pushes him to accept without thinking. At midnight, his life is no longer his own. A system drags him into jobs that should not exist, assigns him roles no one would willingly take, and gives him one condition for survival: follow the rules. One week he is driving a truck through a desert road that lies and watches. Another, he is locking supermarket doors at the wrong second or standing under fluorescent lights while something waits on the other side of a security camera. Sometimes he bakes bread while pretending not to hear footsteps in spilled flour. Sometimes he learns that some entities remember him even after the shift ends. Surviving a job does not mean escaping it. The Weekly Occupational Job System does not allow refusal, only compliance or transfer, and every completed assignment unlocks something more invasive, more personal, and more permanent. The rules are not arbitrary. They are written in the mistakes of people who did not survive long enough to warn anyone else. As Ethan struggles to maintain a normal life in New York while spending his nights obeying instructions that defy reality, he begins to understand the truth behind the system. It is not training workers. It is conditioning survivors. And the moment you try to quit, the job follows you home.

In the ashes of the 1,999th universe, something impossible stirs. Born of silence, cradled by the void, a being awakens - not a god, not a monster, but a question. His name is Qaritas. In a shattered cosmos ruled by Ascendants and haunted by the First Evil, even silence must take a side. But when the god of Nothingness begins to want something... the universe holds its breath. Told by the death-masked mistress of a theater of corpses, this is a myth drenched in blood, starlight, and dreams.

They woke up finding themselves in an unknown facility. It was a puzzle, a brain tasking way to escape, a creation of an ESCAPE ROOM. The had to follow the instructions, they had to sacrifice one another, rely on one another, betray one another. It was a living horror to the students. ... "Argh", "Ouch, it hurts", "Geez, who is pressing on me?", "WHERE ARE WE?". The students muttered to themselves. *4 days ago* "Hello students, so you all will be coming up with different ideas for your upcoming articles. The class with the best article presentation will get an awards and stars on the big day". Their teacher walked in and announced to her students. "An article presentation?". A guy with blond messy hair slowly opened his eyes. "Everyone should put heads together while the class president takes down acceptable ideas. That's all for now. If there are other information, they will be passed out before the day ends". The teacher picked up her books and left. "What are you going to do Amy?". The guy sitting next to her leaned over and gently placed his head on her shoulder. "Probably draft out and collect everyone's ideas before submitting to the teacher". Amara aka Class president replied to her closest friend. "Urgh! Can you guys quit the lovely-dovey acts?". The blond messy guy, Axel spoke up annoyed. Amara's closest friend, Xavier turned around with an angry look. "Scram off, ugly face". Xavier spoke back. "Ahh. Stop it you two". Amara warned then she got up from her seat and walked up to the podium. The students gave out different options towards their projects. About thirty minutes later, they concluded on their article source *AN EXCURSION*. "An excursion it is then". Amara slipped the papers into a file bag then walked out of the class to the staff room.

I’m not as bad as you think I am. I’ve done some fucked up things, but I think anyone would have, in my place. If you saw what I endured. if you lived it yourself. you’d do the same. And if you think you wouldn’t… here’s your chance to prove me wrong. This is my story. What would you do if you were me?