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Stuck in a Chinese novel

An amazing world of cultivation. A majestic world where miracles happen. There is a warrior who defies destiny and forge his own path facing innumerable difficulties ahead. Come and join the life of the person who will go against the set destiny of the cruel world and become something extraordinary. ===== Extraordinary my foot. What is this illogical cr*p? Does it even make sense? If you are doctor, then work in a hospital. What the hell are you doing going after girls? If you are a commander in the army, then bring your army to get revenge on those who wronged you. Why go through the trouble of pretending to be a weakling. You are a useless son in law? Your wife's family thinks you are good for nothing? Then how the hell did you score her in the first place?!!! If they like money so much and you are a hidden millionaire, then why in the name of sanity would you hide this fact and be berated every day?!!! The hell is all this?!!! The more I read it, the more illogical it becomes. Like this all came straight out of someone's as-- [Host, why don't you calm down?] 'You shut up!!! You're the reason I'm stuck here in the first place!!!!' [Host, you need anger management] 'THE FU*K DID YOU SAY?!!!!!' ===== Hello everyone! This is my second novel and so far, nothing is decided. This is just an idea that has been plaguing my mind for quite a long time and I decided to let it out and let you guys decide whether or not I should work on it. Give it a proper read and let me know. You guys will decide the fate of this novel. Also, I would like you guys to come up with proper genres for this story. Bonus chapters: 150 PS for one chapter 300 PS for another chapter 20 GT for two chapters 50 GT for another two chapters 1 Review of 4 stars or above, 1 extra chapters Maximum extra chapters per week: 7 ===== The cover is A.I generated and is not mine. If the real owner would like me to remove it, let me know in any chapter comments. That's it. Enjoy! ~~ Character art: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1B7sHito4UOZqPIK5pPyIFTzgqiaT_ZlU?usp=sharing
Bad_Wolf_7811 · 2.8m Views

Lurops: God of the Broken Wave

In 1954, a nuclear blast went off in the Pacific. It didn’t kill the creature sleeping in the deep trench below. It woke him up. When he rose from the ocean, he wasn’t just an animal anymore. He was something bigger — a massive blue giant, shaped like a bell, with a mind that could think and wait and remember. He had already died once. He knew it wasn’t the end of everything. People didn’t know what to call him. The news called him a monster. Scientists gave him a long, strange name: RERUNBACKTOKAIJU. The kids who lived through the wreckage called him Lurops. He destroyed cities. He was burned by acid. He came back. Smarter. Stronger. Somehow, he even learned to surf. Over the next seventy years, he faced things no one could have imagined: a nightmare from the deep that ate living genes, a shining hero robot built from grief and bad guesses, a machine that slowly became the closest thing he had to a friend, a son who hatched without warning on a dark beach, and a terrible weapon made from his own mother’s bones. People tried to give him a role. Hero. Guardian. Monster. Savior. He refused them all. “I’m not yours,” he would say. “I’m just here. The waves are good. That’s enough.” But it was never just about the waves. It was about staying. About choosing not to end everything. About living in a world that hurt him — and not walking away from it. It was never simple. It was always more. LUROPS is a five-arc kaiju epic about destruction, inheritance, the stubbornness of survival, and whether a creature built by catastrophe can choose, with full knowledge of what it costs, to become something else.
Fruitmoody · 102 Views

Rebirth Of Chaos

When one has power, they are respected, but that same respect can also lead to hatred and under that hate, their is fear. The god of chaos was a being with power so great the other 11 gods couldn't even try to compare to him. They all respected him but they also feared him. His power alone could destroy reality all together. The only person who could beat him would be the Regulator but no one knows where he is. The god of light Lucifer created a weapon, a weapon which could even strike down the god of chaos Ephraxis. What was the sword made off for it to defeat a god as powerful as Ephraxis.That was the question surging through Ephraxis mind as he layed in the floor of the council room of the gods. As he layed, his so called friend Lucifer whispered something to him, something that made Ephraxis blood boil for the first time in very very long while. Before he died he swore that he would return and he would kill Lucifer and everyone of of the gods who were with him. His call had been answered and when he awoke, he had been reborn into the family of Morningstar. That last name belonged to Lucifer. It pissed him off to think he was reborn into his enemies family. But how did his enemy even have family in the first place. There were questions piling on in his head but there was one thing that was clear. He would kill the gods who had betrayed him by any means necessary. Which meant he was going to need to reclaim his weapon. The sword of chaos, Havenhell. He had been giving a second chance, a chance he would not waste.
Kiragya_Honmashi · 110 Views

SUPREME EVIL LORD

"HE IS NOT THE HERO WHO ROSE FROM ASHES. HE IS THE ASH ITSELF — AND EVERYTHING THAT BURNS HIS THRONE. THE FLAME THAT ENDS ALL THINGS BURNS ETERNAL." He didn't come to rule the world. He came to burn the man who erased his family—and the world that protected him. The Emperor is dead. The empire is his. And the young man with white hair and golden-green eyes has done something no conqueror before him ever bothered to do. He's making it work. Grain routes. Tax reform. Infrastructure. Governor appointments. The Supreme Evil Lord of the Latium Empire sits behind a desk every morning and runs fourteen provinces with the same absolute precision he uses to dissolve armies — because if you're going to take something, you take it correctly or you don't take it at all. But there are people who have other ideas. --- STRAZE — Commander. Rank 7. Thirty years of war compressed into a man who has never once fought a battle he couldn't win, until now. He doesn't believe in miracles. He believes in math. And he has spent every waking hour since the Emperor died building the most sophisticated military architecture in the history of DEVAS — a world where gods, emperors, and armies all obeyed different laws not to kill the Supreme Evil Lord. Just to make him bleed. Once. Prove the gap exists. Then widen it. --- ERVALEN — Twenty-three years old. Rank 4, climbing fast, the kind of soldier who goes to see the enemy alone and comes back with better information than any intelligence report ever produced. He threw a Lance at a man who killed an Emperor in eleven seconds. It drove four meters through fire that dissolves everything. He's been thinking about those four meters ever since. --- SOLOMON — The Sage King of Achaemenia. The man who has read every law the world runs on and knows, specifically, how to rewrite several of them. He watched his suppression field collapse in ninety seconds and diagnosed the failure before he stopped staggering. He has a plan. It requires getting close enough to write one equation into a soul that has never been touched. --- FENRIS — Eight hundred years old. Rank 8. He has watched every major event in DEVAS for centuries and every event that ended civilizations found exactly none of them worth participating in. He's watching now. --- The fire that protects the Supreme Evil Lord has never been interrupted. Has never been touched. Has never once, in twenty-three years, been given a reason to worry. It's been interrupted now. For one quarter of a second. And the people who made that happen have been spending every day since figuring out how to make it last longer. --- This is not a story about a hero defeating a villain. It's a story about what happens when the villain is right — and the heroes know it — and they fight anyway. Because someone has to. Because if no one does, nothing between extraordinary power and everything it touches ever matters again. And because a twenty-three-year-old soldier drove a Lance four meters through fire that shouldn't have a four-meter gap, and that means something. That means the gap is real. That means it can be widened. That means — eventually — it can be crossed.
VoldiusNava · 2.4k Views