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Shining Light In Steel [A Girls Frontline Fanfic]

(Exported from Wattpad. You can check it out in Wattpad if you want. And if you want, you can also support me both in Wattpad and here in Webnovel!) --- Alright, let's see what we have here: - A young man with amnesia. But not just any young man with amnesia, but a supposed 'young man' with amnesia who's comprised of metal, wires, and complex programs. [√] - Suddenly woke up from a cryostasis inside of an old bunker with no explanation whatsoever. [√] - Having no clue what is even going on around him. [√] - Decides to walk out from the said bunker after gathering the scraps left behind by the former inhabitant and embark on his new adventure into the strange new world. [√] Those aspect combined fits well into the typical 'protagonist woke up with amnesia and set out for his journey across the new world and to defeat the main antagonist' kind of story. But unfortunately, this isn't the fantasy world that he's expecting/hoping to woke up into. Instead, he's greeted by the rusty, gritty sight of Earth in the year 2060's. Undead abominable creations caused by 'ELID', rogue robots that kills any living beings on sight, factions consist of ideals & goals, and the political power at play across Europe. With all being said, let's see how this 'young man' could fare against the unforgiving reality of the situation He have put himself into against his own will. Whether a variable like him could truly shine a bright light among the other beacons, to make a different in the brave new world He woke up into, or will the past memories He no longer remember eventually caught onto to him; forcing him into circumstances that question and put his own choices, morality, necessity, and dignity to the test. (Girls Frontline belong to MICA Team)
WackyWriting101 · 2k Views

Arcana Null : 22 - The Fool Who Imprisoned Fate

Zekai is twenty-two and has already decided that life is meaningless. He has no job, no ambition, and no interest in the future. While others chase purpose, he watches from the sidelines, convinced that the world runs on illusions people are too afraid to question. Then his grandfather dies during a circus performance. The death is ruled an accident. The silence afterward is not. Something is left behind—something old, something deliberate. From that moment, Zekai begins to notice what others cannot: patterns beneath coincidence, intent behind tragedy, and a presence that seems amused by his existence. The city changes around him. Crimes grow stranger. People disappear without explanation. Whispers spread of a figure who appears in moments of fear—part savior, part nightmare. Zekai does not seek to become anything. He only reacts. Yet the more he intervenes, the more the world pushes back. Every choice carries consequences he cannot escape. Every step forward reveals another layer of truth he was never meant to see. Some paths offer power. Some demand sacrifice. Some do not allow turning back. As Zekai is pulled deeper into a hidden side of the city—where justice, guilt, desire, and fate collide—he is forced to confront a question no one can answer for him: Is freedom something you choose… or something taken from you the moment you play along? Because this story is not about destiny fulfilled. It is about what remains when the final number is reached— 22.
Haise_Hkr · 21.4k Views

MRITYUNJAYA

"मृत्योर्मा अमृतात्गमय।" (Lead me from death to immortality.) For centuries, men have chanted the Mahamrityunjaya Mantra, begging Lord Shiva for victory over death. They believe immortality is a blessing. They are wrong. In the dark underbelly of Delhi, a serial killer is performing the impossible. He is murdering people exactly as predicted in the ancient Vedas, leaving behind crime scenes that defy logic and forensic science. Each body is a verse. Each drop of blood is a star in a constellation of horror. Enter Aditya, a forensic genius who trusts only what he can cut open, and Rudra, an encounter specialist who trusts only his gun. Bound by a brotherhood thicker than blood, they are the only ones who can stop the slaughter. But this is not a story about catching a killer. It is a story about the cost of a secret. As the bodies pile up, the line between the hunter and the hunted blurs. The killer knows them. He knows their past. He knows the sin they buried ten years ago. He isn't just killing victims; he is dismantling their souls, piece by piece. When the final body falls, the truth will be more terrifying than the murder itself. The killer is not a stranger. He is the consequence of their own past. What happens when the only way to win... is to destroy the one person you love the most? A story of a father's grief, a brother's betrayal, and a love that dies before it can breathe. A twisted game where the prize is death, and the price is your soul. Victory over death is a curse. And the bill has come due.
SobhaWrites · 387 Views

Blade Over Magic

Xander was hailed as The Swordmaster on earth. When it came to blades, he held no equal. It didn't mater what category or how experienced his opponent was. He was just better, and none could deny it. Yet all it took was a bullet to end his life. All that hard work, all that talent. All of it gone because of an idiot with a gun. So Xander was naturally indignant against the reality of it. What was the point, then? What was the purpose of achieving such mastery if his life could be snuffed out so easily? His final thoughts were filled with resentment and regret. And so he closed his eyes. Only to reopen them again. But not in a hospital. But in an entirely new world, filled with magic and mages. Xander thought that in a place like this, his dream of making swordplay relevant would be possible. But he was dismayed to learn that not only had the body he transmigrated to been incredibly weak and untalented, but the act of swordfighting was heavily looked down upon. Made obsolete by mages who chanted powerful spells and unleashed them from a distance Yet on the verge of losing hope, he discovered something. This world, it's understanding of swordfighting wasn't just rudimentary. It was PATHETIC! Elite knights only knew how to swing harder and faster! There was no technique! No order! Offended, Xander made to use a blade. Even if the path was dead, he would not allow something so sacred to him be insulted so thoroughly. However, in the throes of his swordplay, he made a discovery, one that would shake the very foundations of the world as everyone knew it. Swordfighting wasn't obsolete. No, it was simply unexplored! And Xander, with his adequate knowledge on how to wield a blade realized... "The usage of swords with proper technique, is a form of magic in itself." And so begins the story of a man who decided to turn the entire world of magic on its head, with a Blade.
Bj_Omonobi_4986 · 3.6k Views