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Online Game: My Fate Is Mine to Command

In 3026 AD, the Genetic Corrosion Virus (GCV) has turned North America into a fragmented wasteland of quarantine zones and slums. Karen Walker, a disgraced former underground gaming legend, has lost everything—his parents, his citizenship, and soon, his beloved sister Ella, whose genes are being eaten away by GCV. The only lifeline: Genetic Anchoring Agent GX-07, a scarce drug that can halt the virus for a decade. Rumors whisper that the Morgan Consortium holds the last vial, using it as leverage to force their heir Sophia into a political marriage. Desperate to save Ella, Sophia bets her future on building a dominant guild in Divine Descent—the global virtual game that replaced real-world warfare. When Karen crosses paths with Sophia’s brother Jason, a deadly deal is struck: Karen will use his unmatched gaming skills to lead Sophia’s guild to supremacy, and in return, he’ll get the GX-07 to save Ella. But Divine Descent is no mere game. Beneath its immersive landscapes lies a web of secrets—GCV’s connection to the game’s creation, the Morgan family’s twisted agenda, and a mythical "Cursed Moon" artifact that bends genes to its will. As Karen battles rival guilds, mutated game creatures, and the ghosts of his traumatic past, he refuses to bow to fate. In a world where GCV dooms millions and power corrupts absolutely, Karen’s only rule is: My fate is mine to command. To save Ella, he must conquer the game, unravel the truth, and rewrite the genetic destiny that has been forced upon them all.
wolo_gaga · 883 Views

Reborn as a Mechanist with a God-Tier System

‘Ah shit, is this… Earth?’ In the far future, humanity has collapsed beneath the weight of its own technology. Megacities rose, AIs became rulers, and biological evolution was rewritten through genetic design. The world changed. Instead of humans, there are Synths, Geneforms, and AI Constructs. And instead of meow meow and woof woof, there are Neon Beasts- beasts mutated by the corruption of ADE. Leon Ardent, an assistant temporal engineer for SpaceX woke up in this strange dystopian world with neon skylines and aurora-like storms. One question lingered. ‘Where… am I?’ DING! ~----~ [ChronoSystem Rebooting…] [You have received your first Mission: Survive the First Cycle] ~----~ Well, things do escalate fast. Just like that, Leon was thrown into a cyberpunk world with weird skies, weird ecosystem, a weirder system, and with fragmented memories of his past. Only one thing gave him hope, his expertise as an engineer. “If I can build, I can live”. … [Author’s NOTE: It’s October 31st in Shibuya, and history records it that this book starts today. All I can say is give it a try. I won’t make promises, just know that I’m giving this my all, and I’ll appreciate any form of support. Thanks.] *This book will be written in 3rd person POV. If you have any queries, you can comment at the bottom of each chapter. I’ll try my best to read comments every day, and reply to them if there are queries. *I’ll try my best to thoroughly proofread every chapter and avoid any mistakes, no matter how small, but if you see one don’t hesitate to point it out. *I’m not expecting them, but an author can hope. So, any super gift will supercharge me to write more, and I’ll give a 5 chapter mass release for any super gift in appreciation. Lastly, happy reading.
GREAT · 265.4k Views

Anomaly in Existence: Traveling Through Infinite Worlds

In one life, he was a nameless slave who suffered seventeen years of torture in a war torn fortress before choosing destruction over subjugation. In another, he was the illegitimate son of the Aurion Duchy. He was an entity that was born without a soul, and died for failing to live up to the family name’s standards. When an nameless soul meets an ownerless body, a whole entity is formed. Two halves get combined. Veil is not a reincarnation. He does not contain two souls in one body. He is an absolute combination. Every pain, every experience, every humiliation from both lives is present in him as one soul. But the world that Veil finds himself in is a world of might. Armies are at war. Bloodlines are scheming. Void creatures roam war torn lands filled to the brim with lingering power. Then, there is the multiverse, a layered existence where the worth of simple survival is calculated and the domination of all is only a matter of time. Veil finds himself in a world that is not his own. In him, there is the Axiom power, it is the balance between Creation and Destruction a strength that belongs to neither the Essence nor the Void. His growth is a function of extreme survival, measured violence, and a delicate balance. Veil does not require redemption, rather he requires control. And when something that was once worthless gains the power to reshape reality, the world has a choice to make, of whether he is a solution or a problem.
hcsh · 194 Views

Rise Of The Dark Sovereign

On the day of his awakening, Azrael’s fate fractures. The power sleeping within him stirs at last — not fully, not completely, but enough to shatter the quiet life he once knew. A presence older than memory stirs within him, and before he understands what is happening, he finds himself drawn into forces far greater than talent, rank, or expectation. As his journey unfolds, that stirring deepens. Powers begin to manifest — powers that defy the limits imposed by the world’s own laws, awakening one after another as though answering a forgotten call. Beyond the borders of the known world, the Breach trembles — the catastrophic scar left behind by an ancient war that nearly erased humanity. What few know is that the Breach was not merely an accident of history. It was caused. And the truth Azrael uncovers is far more terrifying. He is not merely gifted. He is a fragment — A remnant of the very existence that brought about the Breach — a presence so overwhelming that its fall split the world itself. Not remembered for ruling. Not remembered for conquest. But for devastation. The Dark Sovereign. Yet Azrael is not a reincarnation. Not a vessel. Not a puppet fated to repeat destruction. He is something new — born from that fractured shadow, yet not bound by it. Where that former existence stood as a calamity made flesh, Azrael stands unfinished… uncertain… and capable of becoming something greater. He has already been judged Deemed unworthy of the name he carries, of the power within him. And yet, as the Breach begins to widen once more, the world may have no other choice. To survive what is coming, Azrael must do more than confront what he was. He must become something beyond it.
Ink_Cipher · 105 Views

THE SENTINEL GUIDE

Mu Chen transfers into a top-tier special operations team at a high-tech military base where every guide and sentinel is monitored like equipment. Officially he’s a low-grade, late-awakening guide, brought in because the team is short-handed and the institute wants fresh data. Unofficially, he’s hiding an overwhelming level of power that would get him caged, dissected, or assigned for life. The team is led in the field by Ye Fan, a famous A-tier sentinel known for brutal control and near-zero compatibility with guides. He doesn’t welcome Mu Chen, doesn’t trust the timing of the transfer, and senses something “off” about him—too quiet, too clean, like a signal that refuses to be read. Mu Chen keeps his head down and plays harmless while learning the team’s rules: link permits, compatibility scores, and surveillance that reaches into their private thoughts. As missions escalate and the system tightens, Mu Chen repeatedly saves people in ways that look like luck or technique… except Ye Fan feels the truth every time, like relief he never asked for. Their relationship grows inside the pressure of the unit: small moments of care between operations, unspoken protection, and an attraction that becomes dangerous because it’s unsanctioned. The more the institute tries to control them, the more Mu Chen risks exposing what he really is—and the more Ye Fan has to decide whether to obey the system that built him, or burn it down to keep Mu Chen.
PurpleLotus_01 · 147 Views

The Broken Halo

‘How cliché. I’ve read countless novels where the Hero is betrayed by their companions… but was I wrong to trust those who fought beside me for nearly six decades?’ ----- Betrayal. A word many live in fear of. A word some never expect… until it happens. A word that completely shatters one’s view of life. Just like any other heroic tale, Simon was the Hero of Earth, the one who defeated the Demon King and was about to end the war between races with his companions. Yet, in the end, he was betrayed by his own companions for reasons he never understood. Instead of finding death, Simon found rebirth. To his horror, he reincarnated as the very race he had devoted his entire life to exterminating… a race he despised, feared, and was disgusted by. Reborn as a demon infant within one of the most impoverished demon tribes, Simon found himself at the very bottom of a world he once sought to destroy. Fortunately, he was not entirely abandoned. His unique Seven Star Blessing, bestowed by his patron God, followed him through reincarnation. Armed with this Blessing and the Demonic Magic of his new race, Simon now harbors an ambition greater than ever before… to rise higher than he ever did as the Hero of Earth. To become a God. But the path forward is far from simple. Betrayals from those he would never expect. Endless trials and tribulations. And the lingering question of identity… Should he cling to his past as a human hero, or embrace his nature as a demon to survive? Can Simon abandon his hatred and live among demons? Or will he erase his past entirely and fully embrace his demonic nature? Will his thirst for revenge drag him deeper into darkness… Or will he rise above it? In the end… Will he be devoured… or will he devour all?
Anon22 · 333.7k Views

Illusion Forms The Saga of Hidden Identity

ILLUSION FORMS — THE SAGA OF HIDDEN IDENTITY "Can a single thought become a death sentence? Can a spoken word reshape reality?" Legend speaks of an ancient era where power was so absolute that even a faint thought of betrayal or harm towards the Supreme beings resulted in instant death, regardless of distance. Their every word was an immutable law, and their 'Vows' were unbreakable chains of destiny. It is said that these terrifying powers were eventually bound within primordial Seals, for no mortal vessel could ever contain such a devastating cosmic weight without shattering. But where those powers went remains the world's greatest mystery. In a modern era dominated by vampires and shadows, three strangers find themselves entangled in a fate they cannot comprehend: The Silent Mask: A child who survives behind a fragile veil of innocence. Trusting no one and relying only on himself, he is a master of manipulation, subtly controlling the minds and circumstances of those around him for his own protection. He is the quiet storm that no one sees coming. The Invisible Pull: A youth with defiant eyes and unwavering confidence. He is haunted by an unexplainable magnetic pull toward people he has never met, as if his very soul is searching for its missing fragments. The Stern Shell: A ruthless protector who has turned his heart into stone to shield his own. Wary of outsiders and fiercely loyal, he guards his secrets with a cold, lethal precision. As the ancient Seals begin to crack, a terrifying question arises: Are these three merely victims of fate, or are they the very catastrophe the world tried to lock away? "A true ruler does not need a blade to conquer. He only needs to speak—and the world shall kneel."
Rahila_Khanam · 32.1k Views

Snow Despair

Blue light exploded as Eira swung first, his sword colliding with the woman's burning spear with a force that tore the air apart. Mana crashed outward in violent waves, ripping sound from the world as fire and frost devoured each other. He twisted his wrist mid-swing, dragging the blade down her weapon and forcing her back, ice crawling across the spear before shattering under a surge of black-red flames. She laughed. "You're late," she said, spinning and driving her spear toward his chest. Eira barely deflected. The impact hurled him through the sky, his body twisting as he fought to regain control. He stopped himself with a burst of cold, boots skidding against invisible air, sword humming violently in his hands. Only then did the world reveal itself. Endless white stretched beneath them, cracked and broken by war. Bodies lay scattered across the frozen land—men and women with silver hair, armor torn, weapons buried deep into ice. Some moved. Some didn't. The ground itself bore scars of mana so deep they still glowed faintly. A pressure rolled outward from Eira as he steadied himself. Far away, people collapsed without being touched. Knees buckled. Breath failed. Even standing became impossible under the weight of his presence. The woman floated calmly across from him, fire and shadow wrapping around her form. Her spear burned red, veins of black mana pulsing like a living thing. Flames spiraled outward from her body, erasing frost, stone, and anything else that dared exist too close. Below them, a young woman stood shaking, blood running down her arm as she held up a glowing shield. She was wounded badly, yet she didn't step back. She shielded the fallen behind her with everything she had left. Eira saw her. His jaw clenched. "Still distracted," the woman said, her voice carrying easily across the battlefield. "That hasn't changed." She raised her spear and slammed it downward. Fire crashed toward him like a collapsing sun. Eira answered by lifting his sword, blue light roaring outward as the flames split apart around him. The shockwave tore across the land, ice forming and breaking in the same breath. The sky broke. They moved again. Sword and spear collided midair, faster than sight, each strike releasing violent surges of mana that warped the world itself. Blizzards swallowed firestorms. Flames evaporated ice. Mountains formed and shattered in seconds. "You're weaker," she said, twisting her spear and driving him back through a wall of frozen air. "Did dying once finally dull you?" Eira staggered, blood spilling from his mouth as he caught himself. His sword shook, not from fear, but restraint. "I won't lose again," he said. Her eyes narrowed. "This ends now, Eira."
ash_0194 · 22.4k Views