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Koseizoku

In a world three times the size of Jupiter, most are ordinary—yet a rare **8%** are born marked by the **Irregular Factor**, a mysterious anomaly that grants supernatural abilities. These gifted few are feared, worshipped, and hunted. They are called **Irregulars**, and every one of them is a potential threat to the established order. Humanity sails an endless oceanic frontier in the **Golden Age of Piracy**, where legends travel faster than the wind and danger lurks beyond every horizon. At the top of the lawless world of pirates stand the **Six Hexarchs**—the six most powerful Irregulars alive, each commanding enough might to topple nations. Their names alone can start wars… or end them. The tyrannical **Navy** enforces justice upon the seas, led by the ruthless **Admirals** and overseen by the mysterious **Vanguard Conclave**, the world’s unseen puppeteers. Below these shadowy elders are the god-like **Heavenly Scions**, nobles whose cruelty is matched only by their privilege. To counter the power of piracy, the Navy has even allied with outlaws: seven state-sanctioned pirate lords known as the **Seven Sea Reavers**, each allowed to ravage the seas in exchange for loyalty. But everything changes with the legend of the **Genesis Sigil**—an ancient relic said to be the first object ever touched by the Irregular Factor itself. Whoever claims it will gain *absolute dominion* over all Irregular powers. For the world’s strongest, it is the key to supremacy. For the oppressed, it is the key to freedom. For the wrong hands… it could mean the end of the world. Across the boundless ocean rises a new pirate crew chasing dreams, revenge, and the truth of the Irregular Factor itself. Their journey will cross warlords, admirals, tyrants, and gods, igniting a storm that will reshape the world. **This is the story of Koseizoku—where destiny is earned, not granted.** (With a respectful nod to the legendary adventures that inspired it, especially *One Piece*.)
Ryazai · 9.7k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 289k Views

RWBY: A Performance in Mockery (Dropped)

A/N "Same thing as the last one with Chatgpt, i do not own RWBY or any characters involved with this book, also this Fic is not meant to gather power stones or get me some pocket cash so save that for authors who actually put in the work, but if you do then thank you." In the fractured world of Remnant, where Hunters and Huntresses dance between duty and despair, a strange performer emerges from the cold shadows of Mantle — a girl who laughs at gods, mocks monsters, and defies every script written for her. Known only as Senti, she is chaos given form — the perfect storm of contradictions. Born amidst Mantle’s ruin, she fled across the frozen seas as a stowaway, finding unlikely solace in Menagerie, where Kali Belladonna took her in. There, Senti grew alongside Blake, her childhood friend turned rival, the two sharing a bond tangled in love, envy, and the quiet ache of belonging. But Senti is no ordinary Faunus. Inside her rages something ancient — a mind fractured into countless voices, the lingering echo of a "Lost Child". Her emotions twist into storms; her laughter hides despair. Blending the untamed spirit of a "Broken Doll", the predatory grace of "Wild Wolf", the elusive mischief of "Sorrowful Girl", and the glimmering theatricality of a Performer, Senti turns every battle into a performance — a mockery of fate itself. When the forces of Salem stir and Atlas tightens its iron grip, Senti finds herself caught between two worlds: the ideals of Blake and the chaos of her own making. Her blade dances not for glory, but for truth — for the chance to show Remnant that even broken souls can burn brighter than destiny’s flame. Yet behind every grin lies a secret, and behind every act of defiance, a question: “If the world is just a stage… who writes the lines I refuse to follow?”
Sugar0077 · 78.9k Views