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Snap: The Overpowered Outcast

The wind up here is a bastard. A cold, thirty-thousand-foot bastard that bites through the silk robes they stuffed him in. Yacumechi Taxaka stands in the center of the floating arena. A speck of dirt on polished marble. Fifty thousand pairs of eyes drilling into him from levitating stands. He hates the silence most of all. [Yeah. Just stare. Get a good look at the freak. I know what you're all waiting for.] The Monolith of Truth looms before him. Ten meters of crystalline bullshit. It's supposed to glow. Blue for average. Gold for elite. White for a God-Child, if the old legends are true. His father, the great General Taxaka, sits in the Royal Box. Won't even look at him. Rigid jaw. Chest covered in medals. Waiting for the moment he can finally justify the disappointment. A High Examiner steps forward. Scroll in hand. Voice booming across the arena. "Yacumechi Taxaka. House Taxaka. You will place your palm upon the Monolith." Yacumechi doesn't move. Sweat rolls down the Examiner's temple. "Boy. Now." "Or what?" Small voice. A ten-year-old's voice. But it cuts through the wind like a blade. "You gonna send me back to the compound early? Skip the part where you all pretend to be shocked?" Gasps. A few nobles snicker. The Emperor, withered bastard in a gilded chair, leans forward. Just a fraction. Yacumechi sees it. "Place your hand on the pillar. Final warning." [Final warning. Right. Like they'd kill me. The General's "failed" heir? They need the show. They need to see the zero.] Yacumechi spits on the marble. Walks forward. He doesn't place his palm on the pillar. He punches it. The sound isn't a crack. It's a void. A split second where the world forgets how to make noise. Then the Monolith explodes. Not shattered. Not cracked. Exploded. Shockwave of raw force rips outward. Front row of noble mages, the ones who paid for the best seats, fly back like rag dolls. One hits a marble column with a wet, pulpy smack that echoes. White robe turning red. Ground fractures beneath his feet. Black cracks spiderweb fifty meters in every direction. The floating arena lurches. Drops three feet before the stabilizing runes scream to catch it. Yacumechi stands at the epicenter. Fist still extended. No dust. No scratches. He lowers his arm. Watches crystal shards rain down on screaming crowds. Turns to the Royal Box. His father is standing now. Pale. Mouth open. The Emperor grips his throne. Wood splintering under his fingers. "So." Yacumechi's voice cuts through the stunned silence. "Did we get a reading, or what?" A junior mage at a backup console looks up. Face the color of curdled milk. Voice cracking. "I-I-it… the scale doesn't… it doesn't have a… a fucking number for this." Yacumechi smiles. Not a kid's smile. A scar pulled tight. [Yeah. Now we're talking.]
Zojo_AEO_X · 3.5k Views

Love Thy Divinity

The 18-year-old Yamato suddenly found himself in the after life, but is unsure on how exactly he ended up there. However his reaction lacked the surprise or confusion one would usually expect form someone in his situation, as he would soon prove to be anything but ordinary. Having always failed finding meaning in his life and those of others, his emotional numbness and tendency to view most people and activities as beneath him becomes apparent when he meets the angel Yuki. Meant to judge his life and actions, things take a turn when he tricks her into agreeing to a wager that would change his and her fate. Achieving victory over the angel, he acquires her devotion and servitude, though he soon discovers the true face her devotion to be pure obsession instead of the benevolence she showed him at first. After a confrontation with God himself about his changed fate, he and Yuki are sent to a new world in hopes of finding what his previous world lacked: meaning. Yuki however has made it her sole purpose to win him over, baiting the slightest bit of affection out of him, genuine or not. Even just experiencing theatrical romance scenarios, which she artificially creates at the cost of others, becomes a normal occurrence. Though not reciprocating her feelings just yet, Yamato cannot stop himself from being captivated by both her beauty and emotional intensity, seeing her as someone who might finally give him the emotional experience he seeks.
Shoji_Yasuhiro · 146k Views

Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened

In the "Multiverse of Gods," Sunny, a mundane delivery man, is thrust into a new reality as the god Cosmos. He is tasked with cultivating a barren, water-filled planet named Veridia, armed only with a formidable but initially useless SSS-grade talent, "Skill-Resonance," which allows him to copy skills from his planet's lifeforms every 100 planetary years. Sunny's journey begins with him using his divine power to create the first microscopic life, a single algae, and manipulate his world's accelerated time to foster evolution. As life flourishes on Veridia, so do the challenges. Sunny discovers the gods are not merely creators but participants in a high-stakes game. A global notification warns of daily "misfortunes" that will plague their worlds, forcing them to use precious Faith points to protect their creations. The stakes are raised further when he realizes the multiverse is a finite space and that gods will eventually be forced to clash with each other. To prepare for this inevitable conflict, he must accelerate his world's development, creating powerful demigod creatures to serve as defenders. The story follows Sunny as he navigates the cutthroat world of the gods, strategically using his cunning and limited resources to build a thriving civilization and prepare for the ultimate fight for survival against forces both natural and divine. Author's Note Thank you for reading my novel. I'm excited to share this world with you and hope you enjoy the journey of Sunny, a normal guy who becomes a god and tries to cultivate a world from scratch while facing challenges from other gods and the universe itself. This story is a testament to the idea that even with a seemingly useless talent, a person can achieve greatness through cunning and hard work. I look forward to hearing your thoughts and continuing to build this story together. Discord :- https://discord.gg/wyCFacXcVC Patreon :- https://www.patreon.com/Cosmos_07
Cosmos_07 · 2.8m Views

HUNTED BY VOID AND SAINTS

[The war between light and shadow is over. Shadow won.] A queen who never sleeps hunts her daughter. A cannibal who carries her child's strength inside her, atoning for sins not hers alone to bear. A devil offers a kingdom to a girl who has nothing, and asks nothing in return. From the moment Rya was born, the Void has been staring at her. Patiently waiting for the right moment. They want her dead, but they never moved. Why? Because her mother is Nyxelene, the only woman strong enough to rule one of the three great kingdoms in a world owned by men. The rumours about what Nyxelene could do were already enough to make most monsters choke on their ambitions. But that’s not the real reason the Void only watches. A child has two parents. Half of Rya’s blood belongs to a name that makes even the things without mouths shut up and crawl back into the dark. For that same reason, the light had its gaze on her too, but neither side dares make any moves. However, nothing stays safe forever. Now Nyxelene herself is hunting the daughter she never wanted, and only she knows why. A princess who can’t ride a horse, can’t swing a sword, is suddenly the most wanted person in Runevale. In her blind panic she crashes into a woman with perfect skin and the gentlest smile you’ll ever see. This woman eats her enemies alive and spits out the bones. That said, even she was not enough to protect her from Nyxelene. In her zero hour, the devil made an entrance with his hand outstretched and a bright smile on his face. He offers Rya his hand. He offers her one of the three great kingdoms. He offers her himself. Question is: Why in the seven hells would the Devil protect a helpless prey when he could just drag her soul to hell and call it a day? Now, the most watched girl in the two realms just became the devil's problem. Your move, Void and light.
Illios_Grandé · 15.3k 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 · 314.5k Views