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Error 001: Mercy not found

In every apocalypse story Zane ever read, humanity evolved—unlocking powers just in time to survive. But when the real apocalypse struck, nothing happened. No miracles. No awakenings. Just silence, death, and the slow unraveling of civilization. Born into one of the most powerful families on Earth—the second, unwanted son of the President of the United States—Zane should’ve lived a life of privilege. Instead, he was a secret. An embarrassment. Ignored at home. Bullied at school. Invisible to the world. When everything collapsed, people clung to power and bloodlines to survive. Zane was cast into Zone F—the lowest of the low—while his family took shelter in the fortified sanctuary of Zone SS+. It was a death sentence. But fate had other plans. A Gemini monster emerged. And just as Zane braced for death, a portal ripped open—dragging him before a being more ancient and powerful than anything on Earth. In a realm beyond pain and time, he was broken, rebuilt, and reborn. Trained to kill. Forged into a weapon. Now he’s back—a walking disaster. No longer weak. No longer invisible. And no longer merciful. The world now runs on strength—one ruled by monsters, might, and the brutal Interplanetary Awakeners Tournament [IAT] where the strong devour the weak. After a lifetime of being cast aside, why would Zane save anyone? Why show mercy to those who never gave him a second glance? Can a world that never showed mercy survive a man who’s forgotten how to give it? ERROR 001: Mercy Not Found The apocalypse was just the beginning. Zane Walker became the end.
Divine_Hand1 · 37.6k Views

I Became a Mosquito to Bite My Ex, Now I'm a CEO

I died as an Aedes mosquito. Transmigrated into a shot billionaire. Now I’ve got a system in my head, enemies at my throat, and no time to play nice. Thanks to a drunk little fairy named Pokolo. Her idea of revenge? “Bite your ex. She forgot to mention one tiny detail: If I got swatted before the 24-hour curse was up, I’d die. Not just as a mosquito. For real. Permanently. Guess how that went. I died. Out of guilt...or maybe because fairies fear karma, Pokolo pulled one last trick. She hurled my soul into another world into another body. I woke up gasping in a hospital bed, drenched in blood. A New face. New scars. Name: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Billionaire. Recluse. Shot and dead. Then the system booted up in my head. Cold text in my mind, offering upgrades, skills, even life-saving interventions. But every benefit came with a price: mission, deadlines, moral gray zones. Fail, and it’s game over. Now I’m trapped in a world that wants Lucien dead, where boardrooms are battlegrounds, smiles hide daggers, and every second breath might be my last. I have no idea who to trust. Everyone has an angle. Enemies in friendly mask. But one woman keeps piercing through the noise— Dr. Arno Theryn Solace. She stitched my broken body back together with those steady hands… and somehow started stitching my soul, too. She doesn’t know who I really am, and I have no business wanting her. But I do. This isn’t a simple transmigration. It’s a blood-soaked second chance wrapped in secrets and survival. And this time, I’m not the prey. Because, I'm the player.
Arno_Rose · 18.8k Views

R.O.B. 37

Rule #1: When a Random Omnipotent Being offers you a custom character sheet and a cross-dimensional fast pass—read the fine print. Rule #2: There is no fine print. Only chaos. Blessed, balance-tested, cartoon-fueled chaos. Welcome to the prototype run of The Game. You weren’t meant to be a player. You didn’t get a tutorial. And yet here you are—armed with a half-finished system, a backlog of suppressed media knowledge, and a growing suspicion that the GM is just making it up as they go. (Spoiler: they are.) This isn’t just a story. It’s a template. A Save/Load checkpoint. A cosmic draft folder. It’s where R.O.B. 37—the most dangerously curious of the Random Omnipotent Beings—starts testing out what happens when a wish-fulfillment engine gets smart. And bored. And possibly a little nostalgic. Worlds will be revisited. Tropes will be broken. AUs will be built, explored, then immediately patched. Nothing is sacred. Everything is permitted. (Except for linear plot structure. That died on page one.) --- Disclaimer: Only the main character and the occasional OC are original. The rest? All properties belong to their respective creators. This is fanfiction with a capital F, and fanfiction with a capital F is legally obligated to go completely off the rails by arc three. You’ve been warned. --- Why limit yourself? If "nothing is true, and everything is permitted", is true then why limit yourself? The first few chapters are the template I'm putting in place for Random. Omnipotent. Being. (R.O.B.) 37. He is a true craftsman of wish fulfillment and balanced chaos. From a young age he studied the toons. As he grew his entrance to the litany of written works started early. By the time he finished formal schooling (k-12) he was aware of more media than he could ever truly finish in his life. So many worlds, so many stories. By the time he had reached his early 30's his eyes had seen so many takes on familiar stories and had written on so many posts It's an AU, that he decided to make his own Alternate Universe(s).....
Zarracki · 32.6k Views

My Deal With Death

In a fractured universe ruled by ancient systems and silent wars, **Alex** is just another survivor—until he awakens the **CHAOS Core**, a living algorithm buried in the ruins of a forbidden Archive. Marked by a glyph no system recognizes, Alex becomes the first anomaly in a reality built to erase deviation. But the moment he touches the Vault, everything changes. Flung through realms where memory is currency and time loops like broken code, Alex finds himself hunted by the **Black Sigil Brotherhood**, a cult of system-purists determined to erase his existence. Beside him stand a rebel war-priestess, **Lux**, and a war-scarred tactician, **Kael**, both haunted by secrets and fractured allegiances. And in the shadows, the ruthless Nyra—wielder of the Garden Fragments—seeks to rewrite the system in her own image… even if it means sacrificing the last of her humanity. As Alex descends deeper into the heart of forgotten Architect tech, he discovers a horrifying truth: he is not a chosen one, but a **Split**, a self-branching paradox that threatens the very law of structured reality. With every choice, he risks becoming the very godlike system he fights against. Now, with the Brotherhood unleashing their final protocol and timelines unraveling, Alex must decide: Will he merge with the Core and lose himself forever? Or fracture reality even further to give it a future? --- **A high-stakes fusion of cyberpunk, cosmic myth, and post-human evolution, *My Deal with Death* explores identity, memory, and the price of rewriting fate.** When the systems collapse, the only thing left to fight for… is what you choose to become.
YIN_YANG_TAOIST · 11.4k Views