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[SHATTERED HEAVEN : CHAOTIC RUINS] Heaven controls everything. Except him. Shen Xuan awakens himself in a shattered universe ruled by the Heavenly itself. A system that numbers all lives, ranks all talent, and controls all fate. He is not registered. While cultivators fight for power and gods kneel for authority, Shen Xuan walks a path beyond fate, beyond Heaven, beyond Chaos itself. This is not a journey to become invincible. It is the story of an existence Heaven cannot control. ________________ ​[Author's Note: The journey truly begins in Chapter 3 : stick around for the awakening!] ________________ Updates daily at 3:00 PM IST (UTC +5:30) 7 chapter a week.

Joe was once an office worker. He had a family, but his parents passed away early, and his younger brother—who suffered from a congenital heart disease—was on the brink of death. To escape reality, Joe immersed himself in writing web novels, until one day he died at his desk. When he woke up, he became Ron Irus, a supporting character in his own novel, possessing a terrifying power: a single touch meant death. Over the course of two years, he founded an underground organization called **One Line** and used it in an attempt to save the world from an impending apocalypse. However, after two turbulent years, he enrolled in the **Blue Light Academy** to carry out the plan that had already been set in motion. A/N: You may have questions about the plot details and the pacing of the story. I apologize if it feels too fast and hard to follow at times. The limited information about the world will be compensated for later as the story progresses. As for the fast pacing—it is partly because I personally tend to skim through early-story developments quickly, and I know many of you are not the same. However, I believe the opening parts are not that crucial. In truth, this is a story for which I have spent a long time designing the plot and character development. Overexplaining or slowing down the opening too much would affect the plotlines and character arcs I have already planned. Therefore, I would like to apologize and sincerely hope you will continue reading.

https://www.royalroad.com/profile/814934 "I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com." In the tale of history and the shrouds of darkness, who was watching? Who was calling?  The Voices of the unseen watching from the rifts, awaiting their time of calamity. In the Shadow of the gods and monsters, nestled between nations lies a place not marked on any official map, A place known only to those who need it most. They call it the  House of Red-Hill. To the mundane, it's a charitable home for war orphans and lost children. A quiet estate just beyond the edge of the Nation of Aegis, run by a woman once hailed as the brightest mind, but Red-Hill is no sanctuary. beneath its warm halls and shared meals, the children are trained in silence, secrecy, and survival. They are taught not to pray but to act, to kill, to protect.  Each child is raised to not just face the monsters lurking in the shadows but to be bought, licensed, and employed by those afraid to rely on divine mercy alone.  Some call it salvation, Others call it exploitation. But to the children of Red-Hill, it's just home. And every night, when the rifts groan, they lie awake in their beds.... waiting for their next assignment.

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.

Ethereals. Monsters who resides in the Hollows. Perhaps they may have once been a normal living being or a machine that we're corrupted by Ether, or perhaps they were born from the materials the Hollows consumed. For generations, they have been responsible for countless deaths and tragedies for generations. And now Michael is one of them. Will that stop him from saving those trapped in the Hollows? Of course not.

THOMAS is a quiet boy who grows up without emotional attention. At home, he lives under pressure and shame. At school, he is invisible until he discovers a simple truth: attention can be taken from those who are weaker. Laughter becomes validation. Cruelty becomes a shortcut to being seen. For the first time, Thomas feels alive. Years later, Thomas finds another way to be noticed. Not through open violence, but through achievement, status, and quiet superiority. He rises above others and learns to look down on them. Yet changing methods does not erase consequences. The past Thomas never truly faced lingers in silence. As reality slowly catches up and guilt begins to consume him, he is forced to confront a life built entirely around himself. In the end, when understanding arrives too late and no attention can fill the emptiness anymore, Thomas chooses death as his way out. THOMAS is a psychological tragedy about craving validation, ego, and what happens when self-awareness comes after everything has already been lost.

In the sprawling, neon-lit labyrinth of Tokyo, Yasakchiru Mahitaro's life has always been a quiet torment. At 37, trapped in the grueling grind of a supermarket known for overwork and ruthless management, his days are filled with exhaustion, ridicule, and the unshakable shadow of a childhood tragedy. Framed for a fellow student's death, ostracized, and scarred by a world that never forgave him, Mahitaro has spent decades wandering through life like a ghost, surviving but never living. One night, pushed beyond the edge of despair, he ends his life-but death is not the end. Awakening in his own past, he is given a second chance, though it comes tangled with the memories of every failure, every loss, and every death he endured. Trapped in endless loops of time, Mahitaro faces a cruel reality: no matter what he does, fate has a way of repeating itself, and the faces of those he loves-and those who torment him-return with relentless precision. Through the haze of depression and the sting of grief, Mahitaro begins to fight back. With each reset, he searches for patterns, allies, and answers, uncovering the dark figure that has haunted his loops: a mysterious red-haired student whose cruelty and cunning seem limitless. Alongside him is Barisu Vultari, a brilliant but enigmatic peer whose knowledge of time theory may be Mahitaro's only hope of breaking free. The Only Answer Is DEATH! ( 唯一の答えは死だ！) is an emotional, harrowing journey through despair, rage, and resilience. Every reset brings heartbreak, every choice carries the weight of countless lives, and every loop forces Mahitaro to confront the darkest truths about humanity-and himself. This is a story of horror, heartbreak, and the fragile sparks of hope that survive even in the most relentless cycles of time. Season - 2 - Desciption: In Tokyo's neon-lit sprawl, fourteen-year-old Mahitaro walks a world he has already bled to save. Past loops haunt him-bloodied streets, the shattered bodies of his brother Yasuke and closest friend Gekidō, the lives he could not save. Every scream, every death, is etched into his mind, yet tonight he steps again into a storm he cannot escape. A bright day at Tokyo's newest amusement park descends into nightmare. Mahitaro, Gekidō, and the now-adult Yasuke face rides meant for laughter-where steel cables snap, restraints twist into deadly snares, and hidden mechanisms lie in wait. In a world where a single misstep can mean death, Mahitaro moves with the precision of one who has survived a thousand grotesque deaths, each more horrifying than the last. From the shadows, Eruto Kaiju watches-a figure once close in a past future, now consumed by bitterness and revenge. Alongside a masked, enigmatic old gran gran, he orchestrates carnage with cruel intent. Blood spills, screams echo through neon light, and Mahitaro teeters on the edge of despair, tested to the limits of sanity and resolve. As loops press relentlessly, each death more grotesque than the last, Mahitaro faces a chilling truth: he cannot save everyone. Yet in the darkness, amid suffering and terror, a fragile spark remains-a burning resolve to protect the family he loves so dearly once more. Every heartbeat, every step, becomes a battle against fate itself, in a tale of relentless horror, shattered innocence, and the haunting question: how much can a person endure before the world finally breaks them?

Dynamic Estate was built for the untouchable. Hidden deep within a forest, far from the noise of the city and the reach of ordinary law, Dynamic Estate is not just a place to live,  it is a fortress of wealth, influence, and secrets. Only the powerful are allowed through its gates: politicians, business tycoons, celebrities, and people whose names can silence investigations with a single phone call. Here, luxury is not a privilege. It is a language. And every resident speaks it fluently. For Jade and Damien, moving into Dynamic Estate feels like the beginning of a dream they never thought they would live. Newly married and freshly elevated by Damien’s sudden rise as a professional football star, the couple steps into a world of grand mansions, manicured gardens, and neighbors whose lives are wrapped in quiet authority. Jade, a gifted stylist and artist, believes this new chapter will finally bring stability. Damien believes it will secure their future. They are wrong. On their very first night, an elegant elderly widow welcomes them with warmth, charm, and pastries,  a gesture that feels almost too kind for a place so coldly exclusive. She introduces them to the rules of the estate, the faces that matter, and the unspoken truth, nothing happens here without someone watching. The following evening, a lavish welcome party fills the estate’s gardens with laughter, music, and expensive lies. Champagne flows. Masks slip. Power is displayed casually, as if it were harmless. By morning, the woman who welcomed Jade and Damien into this world is dead. Her murder shatters the illusion of safety Dynamic Estate was built upon. As the police investigation begins, Jade and Damien quickly learn that in a place ruled by influence, truth is flexible, and newcomers are expendable. Surveillance footage places Damien near the crime scene. Whispers spread. Friends disappear. Promises of protection are quietly withdrawn. Within days, Damien is arrested, his career thrown into jeopardy, his silence becoming the strongest evidence against him. But Damien is not silent because he is guilty. He is silent because the truth would destroy his marriage. As Jade fights to clear her husband’s name, she is pulled deeper into the estate’s rotten core, where powerful families bury scandals, alibis vanish overnight, and witnesses die before they can speak. Every time the truth seems close, it slips away. Every suspect who might expose the killer ends up dead. Peekaboo. Jade and Amanda who calamity of dynamic estate have brought together decides to investigate,  with their sharp, relentless, and dangerously outmatched personality, begin to suspect that the murders are not random. Someone is orchestrating the chaos. Someone who understands how adults think. Someone who knows exactly who will be believed… and who will not. As Jade’s fear turns into obsession, she starts to notice the smallest inconsistencies, details everyone else ignores. A presence that is always nearby. A pair of eyes that observe without emotion. A silence that feels deliberate. By the time the truth begins to surface, it is already too late. Because the most terrifying monsters do not hide in the shadows. They hide in plain sight. And inside Dynamic Estate, the killer has been watching all along

Sami lives in a world where humans and demons share existence—a world ruled by war, guided by magic, and bound by a merciless system, where a person is not measured by who they are, but by the power they possess, and where only those who seize everything are allowed to win. To survive in this world, he must uncover its secrets with his bare hands; to suffer until he erodes, to descend into madness until he loses himself, to wander without a path, and to kill without hesitation— all to endure every Ordeal and shatter the chains that have been forced upon him. In this desolate place, the world of reality intertwines with the world of the Ordeal, where Clans dominate, demons stir, and the extraordinary rule over a history drowned in thousands of years of blood and ruin. Here, salvation is not granted to Sami… he is forced to tear it from the abyss, and rise from the very bottom.

"Can you outsmart Villainess who knows the Future?" I woke up as Prince Willes, the "Third-Rate Villain" in a hit romance novel. My destiny? To be executed by the Villainess, Anastasia Vane, after she travels back in time to slaughter the Royal Family. But I have an advantage: I’ve read the Book. I know where the hidden gold is buried. I know the secrets of the corrupt Dukes. I know exactly how to avoid Anastasia's death flags. Easy, right? Wrong. When I met Anastasia, she didn't scream or throw wine like in the script. She looked me in the eye, lit a match, and whispered a secret that shouldn't exist in Volume 1. The Villainess isn't just regressing. She’s kinda glitching. Now, my strategy guide is crumbling. The "Hero" is a fraud, and the Golden Empire is rotting from the inside out. Worse? I'm stuck on an Inspection Tour with her. My goal: Use my knowledge to fix the economy and prevent the apocalypse. Her goal: Use every stop on the tour to assassinate the targets I'm trying to investigate. It’s a race against time. I have to outsmart the corrupt nobles as well as dodge the secret police. I’m not her partner. I’m her obstacle. But if I play my cards right... I might just become her only hope.

Waking up in the body of a 6-year-old boy a few years before Cintra is destroyed, Madara receives a system that gives him the ability to gain the powers of Uchiha Madara. [The peak of Uchiha Madara's system is before he becomes the ten-tails jinchuuriki.] The system's percentage does not stop Madara's power, but rather the system's release. After all, I don't want to see a character who goes around killing everyone from the beginning of the story.

In a world shaped by forgotten gods and bound by unseen fate, the land trembles beneath the remnants of ancient powers. Akane, a young boy burdened by a gift he never wished for, crosses paths with Yuki — a fragile girl marked by tragedy and secrets deeper than the snow itself. What begins as a desperate attempt to save her becomes a descent into a truth the world was never meant to remember. As kingdoms fracture and forgotten creatures stir once more, the chains of destiny tighten. Across continents — from the sanctuaries of sealed dragons to cities blessed by fallen saints — individuals awaken to powers not of their own making. Each carries a fragment of the world’s will, and each must decide: to defy the fate written for them, or to become its instrument. But the question lingers, whispered through dream and storm alike: “If the world itself chooses who may rise… who dares to break its chains?”

Hallo, Greetings. Often times great minds like to speculate & argue on the philosophical question: What is Life about? Well, rather than entertaining this notion, I'm wholeheartedly much more interested in asking personally impactful questions. Is there an essence to us? What is the Essence of this guy? That girl? That phenomenon? When answering this question, we ultimately approach the existential Quantum Essence. Therefore.... some questions need to be asked; 1.What is Quantum Essence ? 2.What does Quantum Essence Embody ? 3.How to approach the Quantum Essence ?

Alexander on his downfall meet a extra ordinary boy. And get a shift in mindset and started his self improvement journey. His result of journey does not satisfy him, and get his path cross again with that extra ordinary boy. His desire of becoming best become his biggest nightmare, but still he don't know what curse life await him, supernatural event become natural for him. He face constant struggle of life as Boon and curse.

"It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live." -Marcus Aurelius But what if he didn't? What if he didn't fear never beginning to live? What if he wasn't taught fear on that matter? For he was not raised like a normal child, rather like a cattle, a pig... a killing machine. Never truly lived a single second of his life but never fearing death as well. As he knew, death does not matter to those whose life do not matter to the world. But it does eventually matter for his mother was not training him to be something worthless. Rather it was something beautiful. Something elegant. Something... chaotic. The perfect weapon...

After a decade-long war beneath the waves, the great order of the Abyssal Hunters finally put an end to the cosmic blight imprisoned in the deep sea. The victory cost them everything. The Reaver—the wellspring of all corruption—was slain, none but one survived the triumph. Sawyer Muir Domhainn crawled back to the surface alone, only to return back into a world a thousand years into the future. In the Order’s absence, the Reaver's influence became scripture, its lingering melody twisting reality itself. From its supposed defeat, magic was born—worshipped as a gift from God....a FALSE God... Now as the last TRUE human in a world that has seemingly forgotten humanity, Sawyer walks forward armed with relics of a dead age. He faces a civilization built on lies, miracles rooted in rot, and a future shaped by the echo of the very horror he helped destroy.

Volca is a world inhabited by summoners. From the moment a child draws breath, their bodies carry a Blank Mark. Every man, woman, and child will grow a tether to their summons. House Aethel lies in the Central Continent, rising as a pillar to the Valiant Faction. The family built its fame and power on the unyielding values of strength and merit. Regius Aethel stands at the center of this power. Known as their heir, his late Summoning Ritual made him a target for his adversaries, yet the result of it shook the Noble World. Records classify him as a Sovereign Summoner bonded to an Elite Divine summon, marking him as a prodigy destined to lead his House to new heights. This record is a lie. The prestige title acts as a necessary shield, concealing a more terrifying reality. Regius serves as a vessel. Etched into his very soul are beings from beyond the stars—ancient and cosmic entities that the world cannot comprehend. A living star hums within his chest; a Grand Orrery acts as his Soul Palace. Regius walks on a razor's edge. He mist maintain a delicate balance between his mask and his duty to fight a corrupting force seeking to destroy his world. He must bleed, anguish, and suffer to determine the values that are most important to him. Failure carries a fatal consequence; if he fails even once, the consequence will be catastrophic. The pressure mounts as he must fight enemies that will threaten his loved ones. Enemies that strike at the anchors of his life, targeting the people he cares about to force the cracks in his mask to widen. Regius will face heavy choices. To protect his secret and see his loved ones suffer, or to expose it and watch the world turn against him. He needs to decide whether to let the stars shine peacefully in the sky or let them fall and burn the world to ash.

Elian was born with a title that should have guaranteed him a life of glory: the "World's Beloved." He was the singularity loved by mana itself, destined to rule. But destiny is fragile. Before he could ascend, a divine betrayal stripped him of his name, his powers, and his future. Cast down from the heavens and erased from history, Elian became the "Forgotten Fate"—a broken anomaly left to rot in the unforgiving wilderness. Surviving on the brink of death, Elian realizes that the world’s love was never a blessing; it was a curse that made him the ultimate prey. Now, forced to crawl his way back up from the bottom of the food chain, Elian must embrace the darkness to reclaim what was stolen. He will forge a new destiny written in blood, accompanied by powerful women who see the dormant king within the outcast. The world may have forgotten him, but he will make sure it trembles when he returns.

It had three since I had been suffering in this dark prison. Despite having the system, I have lived as a prisoner, and slowly stack up, until I become the strongest and teach everyone who caused me suffering a lesson. But after three years, I was released from prison and was sold to a rich woman, becoming a plaything in her bedroom. Yet he endured it all, still stacking more talents and skills in the darkness. Waiting for the right time, he had started to enjoy his life as a play toy of this perverted woman, without even realizing.

A heavenly world. A desolate world. Are they angels or are they demons? When Luzbell discovers the nature of his existence, which side will he support. Resentment and hatred cannot be resolved easily. Will a heavenly war break out?