tragedy

Everyone calls Code Weber the weakest sorcerer alive-a 9th-tier trash who can't protect himself. He's broke, greedy, and would go as far as selling his kidney for a 4% cut on a demon hunt. Until he finds out... He's a Zero. An human possessed by a demon. And the only way he gets stronger is by defeating demons and stealing their powers. Now, with a 1st-tier mentor, crazy guild members, and a voice whispering within him, Code has new goals: Get rich. Get strong. And if the world drowns into oblivion along the way? Well, 4% of the ashes is still profit. Follow the story of a no-hero, zero-morals, bloody climb to the top, where the weakest sorcerer becomes the strongest monster.

A man in a wheelchair stood in front of a quiet grave. He stayed there for a long time, staring at the stone as if waiting for it to speak. When he finally opened his mouth, his voice was low and tired. “Oliver… I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry I made you end like this. If I had been stronger, if I had chosen better, maybe you’d still be here.” He came again the next day. This time, he sounded calmer, almost hopeful. “Lorette is married now,” he said softly. “So you don’t have to worry anymore. My parents won’t force anything. Everything they planned is gone. You can come back now. It’s safe.” On the days that followed, he kept coming. Some days he talked about the past—about school, about small laughs, about moments that meant nothing then but everything now. Other days, he complained about the world, about how loud it was, how empty it felt. Sometimes he laughed at his own words and said, “You’d tease me if you were here.” Sometimes he cried and said nothing at all. People said he was not normal anymore. Still, he returned. Then one day, he came like always, but his voice was different. He looked tired. “I don’t think I can stay in this world without you,” he whispered. “I tried. I really did. But everything feels wrong.” He paused, then smiled faintly. “If you can hear me… I’m coming to meet you.” That was the last day he came. On his way home, there was an accident. And that was the end.

Aira Grace has spent her life yearning for love in a house ruled by power. The daughter of influential politician Marcus Grace, raised without a mother and ignored by an ambitious brother, Aira grows up believing love must be earned through patience and sacrifice. Rowan Royce is born into blood. The son of a retired mafia leader, carrying the weight of a shattered family and an elder sister lost to betrayal, Rowan lives by one rule—never trust what love shows on the surface. When a political feud between the Grace and Royce families leaves his father injured, Rowan’s world hardens into revenge. Their paths cross through Rowan’s younger sister at university. Aira falls for Rowan without knowing the storm surrounding him, and Rowan—despite his cold restraint—allows her into his life. When Aira begs him to marry her, Rowan agrees, hiding vengeance behind wedding vows. To Aira, the marriage is imperfect but precious. She loves him through his silence, his distance, and the hostility of his world. Happiness shatters when Aira discovers Rowan’s true identity—his hands stained red by the mafia life he never escaped. A violent confrontation drives her into flight, straight into a carefully laid trap. Her enemies steal her unborn child through a forced operation, then manipulate Rowan into believing his wife ended the pregnancy herself. Broken by misunderstanding and blinded by hatred, Rowan abandons her in the hospital—yet never fully lets go. He ensures her recovery from a distance, torn between revenge and the woman he loves but cannot forgive. When news reports claim Aira has been murdered, Rowan descends into madness. His mercy disappears. One by one, his enemies fall—until the truth surfaces. Between cruelty and devotion, revenge and misunderstanding, Rowan and Aira suffer the most. Yet in a world built on blood and lies, they discover that survival itself can be an act of love.

In a reality governed by gods, fate, and immutable laws, there exists one being who should never have been allowed to live. Axiomel was never sanctioned by the age he was born into. Neither chosen nor created, he slipped into existence through a flaw in reality itself. Adopted by a mortal woman, he grows up weak, powerless, and unseen—until the indifference of the gods shatters the only life he has ever known. When Zeus, King of Gods, attempts to erase him from the timeline, the universe hesitates. Surviving an execution that should have ended him completely, Axiomel becomes an anomaly that gods cannot explain and fate cannot bind. Watched by Yesh, hunted by Olympus, and tied unknowingly to the slumbering chaos of Azathoth, he begins a journey across mythologies, timelines, and realities. As eldritch powers seep into creation and pantheons fracture, Axiomel walks a path no being has ever taken—mastering concepts, defying absolutes, and forging an existence beyond predetermination. In a multiverse where even gods are bound by law, he is the exception. And reality does not know how to finish writing him.

Murim worships heroes. Crimson worships blood. In a world ruled by righteous sects and false Heaven, a child is forged into a weapon within a sect erased from history. Crimson is not a hero. He is an assassin raised on pain, trained through torture, and perfected by betrayal. His blade does not seek justice — only balance paid in blood. As Murim unites under the Heaven-Binding Alliance, villages burn, sects collapse, and whispers spread of a masked killer who leaves survivors begging for death. This is a grimdark tale of: assassins born in shadow righteous sects rotting behind sacred banners psychological torture, brutal combat, and moral decay an anti-hero who becomes worse than the world he hunts There is no mercy. There is no salvation. Only an oath written in blood. If you enjoy dark Murim, ruthless assassins, slow-burn descent into monstrosity, and a world where Heaven itself may bleed, this story is for you.

“Science is the closest thing to Magic.” If that is true, then what we call Magic is nothing more than Science we have yet to understand. And if Science itself is merely a codification of wonder, then the boundary between the rational and the miraculous is far thinner than humanity dares admit. Between Scientific knowledge and Religious faith, between Culture and Superstition.  Humanity asked the question:  "When the laws of physics themselves bend under the weight of human will, are we practising sorcery or are we merely revealing deeper ontologies of reality?" Science provides method, proof, and structure.  Magic supplies mystery, awe, and possibility.  Together, they create a paradox. A world where equations are incantations, where quarks and sigils are written in the same language, where love and entropy obey the same law. As such. I posed the same question: "Are we merely revealing deeper layers of reality?" And the world answered: "Absque ulla dubitation" That is the Paradox of 'our' Universal Paradigm. . . . Say that again? P.S.A: Horrendously scientific. Referral to the equation list in the Auxiliary Chapters is a must. Hell, go pursue a PhD in Quantum Mechanics / Particle Physics to understand some of the shit I yap.

When a universe refuses to die-but also refuses to be reborn-it does the only thing it can: Exist. Endlessly. Hatefully. Gratefully. So tell me-will you be the one who breaks it? Or the one who dreams it forward? In a world ravaged by rifts and ruled by monsters, Towers have risen as both curse and calling. Those who conquer them may earn power, glory, or even divinity. The System chooses Hunters. The Hunters chase ascension. Osamu Shun is not one of the chosen. Born in the slums. Stuck at level 7 for years. Given a quest no sane man could complete. Until the day he meets a strange girl in detention... and a notebook said to summon a god. Now burdened by powers he doesn't understand, hunted by truths no one speaks aloud, and tangled in a fate rejected by the System itself-Shun walks a path written for no one. Somewhere above him, a being once known as a god lives among men, quietly patching the cracks in the world like a janitor of dreams. And in the distance, the Tower waits. "Dreams are beautiful things. They build worlds. And then they break them."

The truth was never buried. It was taught. Before Alexandra became a barista hiding from her past, before the empire fell and the world learned her name as a scapegoat, she was being shaped—quietly, meticulously—by the woman who stood at her father’s side. Book Two pulls the story backward, unraveling the years Alexandra doesn’t remember as manipulation, but lived as loyalty. Through fractured memories, covert missions, and lessons disguised as protection, the novel exposes how Alexandra was trained not to inherit power—but to absorb its collapse. Each chapter peels back another layer of the empire’s inner workings, revealing how trust was weaponized and how love was rationed. Interwoven with Alexandra’s past are chapters from Andre’s point of view, chronicling his own rise through a world built on polished lies and calculated restraint. Long before he met Alexandra, Andre was already circling the same shadowy figures—unaware that the woman he would one day protect was at the center of the storm he’d been chasing. And then there is Luca. The man who knew the truth too early. The partner who paid for it in blood. The one person Alexandra never meant to abandon—and never truly left behind. As alliances fracture and old wounds reopen, Book Two reveals the events that made the present inevitable: the mission that went wrong, the betrayal that was rehearsed long before it was enacted, and the quiet moment when Alexandra’s fate was sealed without her knowing. Because some empires don’t fall from attack. They collapse because someone planned the wreckage— and taught one girl exactly where to stand when it happened.

Fate sets everything into motion. Dream drives that motion into action. And action causes death. This endless cycle is inevitable. Despair. Madness. Delusion. Sins. Ideals. What awaits someone broken again and again by this cycle? Beyond the unending path, does happiness exist? But to what end? The story of why he chose to walk this never-ending path.

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?

The flying city Astrum was meant to be humanity’s salvation. As the world of 2066 descends into chaos—children disappearing, entire villages slaughtered, and something inhuman stirring beneath the earth—three friends fight to hold onto what little remains of hope. From the imagination of a young girl comes an impossible dream: a city that can rise into the sky. When the apocalypse arrives, Astrum becomes the last refuge of mankind, lifting millions away from extinction. But while humanity is saved, the people who built that star of hope are not. This is the story of Astrum’s creation— and of the lives broken to make it soar.

Synopsis: Growing up, things were never easy for Wen Qingqing. She wasn’t rebellious, nor was she disobedient — she only wanted to be loved. But fate… fate had never been kind to her. Abandoned at birth by parents who deemed her a mistake, she spent her early years in the cold embrace of strangers, learning that silence was safer than hope. When the Wen family finally brought her back, it wasn’t out of guilt or love — but out of need. She became the unfavored daughter, a shadow in her own home, a convenient target for her parents’ frustration and her siblings’ cruelty. Every bruise, every insult, every cold stare taught her one thing — she was unwanted. But she endured. She clung to a fragile dream that one day, her family would see her. That one day, they would love her. That dream shattered when she overheard the truth. She had only been brought back for one reason — to serve as a living donor. Her blood, her marrow, her organs — all meant to save the twin siblings her parents truly loved. Her existence was nothing more than a slow, deliberate sacrifice. Even then, Wen Qingqing didn’t break. She kept smiling through the pain, through the nights she cried herself to sleep, whispering that tomorrow might be different. But fate wasn’t done with her. When the Wen family fell into bankruptcy, she became their final transaction — sold into the darkness like a commodity. What followed were years of torment so cruel that they blurred the line between life and death. Her body bore the scars of violence; her soul learned the silence of survival. And yet, she lived. By sheer luck — or perhaps the stubborn will of someone who refused to die — she found her way back. Broken, yes. But breathing. She returned to the city that had forgotten her, only to discover a truth more devastating than any pain she’d endured. Her family hadn’t cared. Not then. Not now. To them, she had been nothing but a transaction — and even her survival was an inconvenience. But she no longer begged for love. Her only light now was her one-year-old son, the fragile little soul that had kept her anchored through madness. He was her reason to wake, to breathe, to keep going. Until one day — he was gone. Sold. Stolen. Traded away for money by the very same people who had once called themselves her family — in collusion with the man she had once trusted, the one she thought was her salvation. Now, there is nothing left to lose. Wen Qingqing’s story is not just one of pain — it is one of survival, of reclaiming what was taken, and finding strength in the ruins of betrayal. As she walks the path between vengeance and redemption, she must decide whether to forgive the world that broke her… or burn it to the ground. Because this time, she’s not the girl they can use. She’s the woman they should fear.

Gù Míng just wants to live in peace until his 2500th birthday. Hán Yuān wants to find 20 000 reasons why he should not burn the world.

When the Dimensional Storms struck Earth, the world changed forever. Monsters, immortals, devils, and angels appeared, tearing open zones filled with danger and mystery. While humanity struggled to survive, Vivaan Sharma discovered something no one else had— the entire world had turned into his personal game system. Every dungeon appeared on his screen. Every monster could be farmed for skills, crystals, and Companion Beasts. And every drop of his blood granted him another chance to respawn. While others risked their lives fighting dimensional creatures, Vivaan Sharma simply played the game. But as his power grew, he realized the truth— the line between the game and reality no longer existed. “If reality wants to play with me… then I’ll be the one holding the controller.”

In the midst of World War III, young Lieutenant James Chaser is executed by a fanatical religious organization in middle east. As he grapples with regret and eternal agony on the brink of death, he opens his eyes in a mysterious forest, inhabiting the body of a wounded youth. This new universe is a boundless cosmos where intergalactic travel is possible and hundreds of billions reside—a brutal realm where a deep chasm separates the Supremes from ordinary mortals, and hundreds of religions wage bloody wars. Reincarnated as a youth from a destitute family, James learns that his father is actually an exiled Supreme. Starting from zero, he experiences the cunning of the universe, the absoluteness of power, the intrigues of politics, the ruthlessness of commerce, and the betrayals of love. Every defeat and every pang of suffering transforms him. Rising with infinite perseverance, he takes a side in the heart of the holy wars, conquers the stars, and ultimately sets his sights on becoming the Intergalactic King.

A student trip to the misty hills was supposed to be a memory of laughter and the simple boredom of college life. But for Yurim, a single wrong turn in the mountain woods leads to a place where the sun never truly rises and shadows have teeth. Trapped in the Monster World, Yurim is forced to survive in a reality governed by an ancient, haunting rule: This world is shaped by the state of your heart. To find her way home, she must rely on Rian, a cold and dangerous protector who seems to belong to the darkness as much as the light. The Tree is the only gate back to her world, but it is a hungry god. To open the path, it demands a sacrifice.In a world that is slowly fading into a nightmare, Yurim must choose: Will she save her life, or will she save her heart?

Wrong Fate Twelve years of loss. Twelve years of regret. Han Seo-jun has lived with a hole in his chest that nothing—no laughter, no friendship, no passing time—could ever fill. The world moved on, but he stayed frozen, haunted by memories that should have faded. Then fate intervenes. A second chance, but not a gift—an obligation. Every step he takes is shadowed by a force he cannot control, a path he cannot see. Someone important has returned, yet the rules of this new world are merciless, and mistakes are not easily undone. As he struggles to survive, to protect, and to uncover the truth behind the cruel twist of destiny, Seo-jun learns that even the strongest will and the clearest heart cannot escape the reach of a wrong fate. Every choice carries weight. Every bond is tested. Every heartbeat could be his last. In a world where fate itself is flawed, one question remains: can a life rewritten ever truly be saved?

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.

She insisted on being his wife, even when he tried to avoid her. To everyone else, she was just another girl clinging to a dream. To him, she was a danger he couldn’t afford. Because behind his silence was a name feared in shadows, a secret life he had to protect. She called it devotion. He called it disguise. And the more he resisted, the closer she came — binding them both to a fate darker than love itself.

In a world governed by divine systems, sacred gifts, and carefully curated destinies, the greatest threat is not a demon lord or a fallen Divinity—but an anomaly the world itself cannot observe. When Null, a seemingly unremarkable human, is summoned alongside a proclaimed Otherworldly Hero to the mighty Atlantis Empire, he is immediately marked as a mistake. While heroes are celebrated, Null is ignored—until an Ultimate Ability awakens within him. That ability is Fantasy Omniscience. Unlike sacred gifts granted by the World, Fantasy Omniscience is a transcendental intelligence capable of reading existence itself as a novel—past, present, and confirmed futures laid bare in absolute truth. It bypasses fate, divine concealment, prophecy, and even the World’s own narrative control. Yet there is a paradox. Fantasy Omniscience cannot fully observe its own user. Null exists as a conceptual blind spot—a being excluded from causality, unrecorded by destiny, and immune to narrative correction. The World cannot define him. Gods cannot foresee him. Even omniscience cannot predict what he will become. In a world where every story demands a final enemy to justify its ending, Null is not the hero. He is the unresolved variable. The one existence the story cannot conclude. And if the world insists on survival… It may have no choice but to make him its Final Antagonist.