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Verum was born into a body that refused to live. For twenty-two years, he lay in a hospital bed, connected to machines that breathed for him, fed him, measured the slow erosion of his existence. The doctors called it "Empty Heart Syndrome" — a rare genetic condition where the heart beats while the soul dies. They were wrong. It was not a disease. It was preparation. He was the forty-seventh son of a family that bred weapons, not children. Forty-six brothers had died before him, fighting in the womb for the right to exist. Verum survived by being hollow — by having no desire strong enough to consume him, no fear deep enough to break him, no love binding enough to chain him. The emptiness that terrified his doctors was his only strength. When death finally came, it was not an ending. It was an awakening. He opened his eyes to a world painted in impossible colors: a sky of absolute black, a ground of perfect white, and a horizon where the two met in a line sharp enough to cut reality. This was the Spirit World — not heaven, not hell, but the truth beneath both. Here, gods were prisoners who escaped their cells by becoming stories. Here, power was measured not in strength, but in absence. Verum was given [Erasure] — the ability to unmake. To touch matter and return it to void. To touch memory and remove it from history. To touch meaning and dissolve it into nothing. Every use of this power cost him something: a childhood he never had, a face he never loved, a name that was never truly his. Now he walks the layers of existence, searching for the boundary where erasure becomes creation, where nothing becomes something, where the hollow man might finally find what he has lost. But the path is guarded by gods who fear him, servants who betray him, and a truth more terrible than any void: that existence itself might be the first and greatest lie. He does not seek redemption. He does not seek power. He seeks the only question that matters — whether the nothingness he creates is any different from the nothingness he has become. And when he finds the answer, he will erase the question itself.

Chaos reveals the false The chaotic is the false The enlightened ruler grows lazy before reality The tyrant imposes himself upon the world with his gaze alone The one who places a crown upon his head yet hungers for the mortal realm The one dressed as a peasant, clutching a knife, dancing wildly Come, leap up—dance while singing praises to the king So that we may pray for rain, for sun, for an eternal song to the royal line Weep? Why weary yourself with tears, O nameless one in the annals of history? Your name is but an anonymous digit, flickering for a single instant Who are you, oh self-proclaimed “I,” who are you to become the dog of “I”? The lecher sees happiness wherever his eyes fall The arrogant one—who dares bow his head to look at the road ahead? Who out there dares sing the epic of love? Who out there dares speak aloud the loneliness of the man standing in the crowd? We are far apart, yet near; we see, yet cannot touch We keep walking—why reach the place? We arrive—why have we come? Why must we still walk? The starving see crumbs and call them true love The rich look at poverty and call it truth Truth is ignorance; ignorance is numbness Do I dare walk upon the corpses of the wretched? I see truth in the poor, yet the poor cannot see it themselves Could it be—they are simply lazy? Envy toward the three laws of the sky and clouds How can I reach the high clouds, O Icarus? I arrive—my wings melt away I look—the sky scorches my eyes I speak—the wind steals my words I crave connection—the more I seek, the lonelier I become I crave money—the more I seek, the poorer I grow I crave knowledge—the more I seek, the less I believe O fallen one cast from the heavens, tell me O one who touched the horizon, show me The song that rises from this age I dance among thousands of dancers The first time I danced, I was shy Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I laughed But how dare my life fall too often? For my clothes were never made to last Dreams of splendor are like fresh green grass The dreamer climbs high into the clouds The fool tumbles into the fish pond The slave sees golden light upon the throne The hot-tempered sees the tyrant’s decree The noble sees radiance inside the treasure chest The betrayed sees happiness in lowly places The starving sees a piece of bread in a child’s hand The indifferent sees only calloused palms Majestic kingship—sullied by lowly slaves sitting beside it Pierced through by the cunning, seduced by the lovelorn Planted with flags by the zealous, lain upon by the empty Obscured by debauchery, obscured by grief “That year, I—the depraved one—came to this place, bearing countless sins of corruption. He gazed upon the eternal gate, freely trampling the eternal dark river, branding seven songs upon the dark souls of the walking dead: ‘Wrath ignites the flames of the world Lust loses the feeling of love Greed inevitably loses the self’s true will Pride shoulders the heavens it built itself Sloth helplessly watches the world collapse Gluttony is swallowed by the hunger of the earth Envy is slain by the spear of the lowly’” Thus is humanity: trampling one another while sneering in laughter, witnessing pain yet despising it War and chaos born of pride, swords and blades born of greed Bullet wounds born of rage Hunger devours even morality, greed robs the laws of heaven Rage incinerates the original heart Lust trades all things for fleeting pleasure Sloth inevitably blinds itself, pride leads to catastrophic fall Envy topples the king. The novel was written and conceptualized by me, but it has been translated into English using AI. This is rather embarrassing for me; however, I hope readers will kindly continue reading. After all, aside from the translation, the AI has not contributed anything else to the story or the work itself.

"This is the story of a girl who doesn't truly know who she is. She feels as though she's walking alone on an endless road made of glass - fragile, beautiful, and dangerous - chasing a destination that always slips just beyond her reach. Behind her, she sets fire to every path she's crossed, knowing there's nothing left for her if she turns back." "Inside her, two versions of herself battle silently. One is gentle, sweet-spoken like honey, easily frightened, always smiling, and often in tears. The other is cold - a fearless creature that dances with danger, thirsts for blood, and is consumed by madness. She hates herself with a passion so deep, it burns through her sanity." "She thinks the soft girl inside her has already died... But she hasn't. And one day, the mad, twisted side of her will finally kill whatever's left - leaving behind nothing but a complete monster."

At 2:17 AM, he received a message… From himself. Not tomorrow. Not next week. But from six years in the future. “You have 7 days left before your first death.” At first, it felt like a prank—until the numbers burned into his wrist began counting down. 06:23:14:52 A timer that no one else could see. A death that had already happened. As reality begins to fracture and mirrors stop reflecting the truth, he is forced to follow the instructions sent by his future self—or face a death he has already lived through before. Because this isn’t the first time he has died. And when the countdown reaches zero… Everything begins again.

A fall destroyed one family. A strategy built another. Years later, a girl appears. Heirs are choosen. And someone begins making moves in dark. In elite families, power isn't inherited. It's rewritten.

Why wait for fates judgement when sinners can get punishment in this world. Little preys are waiting for their judgment by doing sinister things.

Hit by a truck, killed by his parents' words. Now, Aryan wakes up without a heart.

Synopsis for Season 1: The story follows Toki and his mysterious partner, Luna, before they founded the most dangerous organization known as “Eclipse of the Sun Shadow of the Moon” — a force that rivals entire kingdoms under the cover of night. What began as a journey for revenge soon unfolds into a path of hidden truths and deeper mysteries, pushing Toki to the very limits of his mind, soul, and inner psyche in a world that shows no mercy to those without true experience.

This is the story of a top trader in Canary Wharf, a man who mastered risk but lost control. A story about work and what it does to a man. Julian Watanabe is half-English, half-Japanese. Born in London. Raised by a single mother. No connections. But he was brilliant. He went from nothing, to everything, and back to nothing again. This novel follows his rise in the financial world and the precise collapse that followed. It’s about trading, ambition, and the psychological cost of control. If you liked Black Swan, Succession, or American Psycho, you’ll find something hauntingly familiar in Julian.

A psychopath's guide to Civilization or better known as the mad architect [SYNOPSIS] Death should have been the end for a blooded killer who was sick of a world he thought was full of bad people.. After he stabbed himself in the heart with a knife while the police were all around him he woke up again. He did not wake up in a place but in a carriage that was taking him to a new life. He is now Ashzer Granvenheim, a son who people think is worthless sent away to a bad land that is dying. The royal guards looked at him with dislike. The villagers were very sad and hungry but Ashzer just gave a small smile. When a big group of people came to attack the village and kill everyone they found out something too late: Ashzer is not a weak noble that they can walk all over. Under his appearance he is a bad person who likes to see blood. In a time the field became a place of great violence and death. The villagers now have to deal with an scary reality. They may have lived through the attack but are they ready to be led by a very bad person, Ashzer Granvenheim, a true devil, Ashzer Granvenheim, who is not what he seems to be Ashzer Granvenheim, the noble son, with a dark secret. #buildinganempire #buildingakingdom #developingcivilization #system #poorbaronbuildingthecountry #psychopathswholeadcivilization #reincarnation

An alien gelatinous being arrives on Earth and merges with the body of a teenager who has only known life through hardship… stepping into the human world for the first time. Amid the bustling streets of Tokyo, the teenager’s memories, and his own bizarre misunderstandings of humanity, Glober begins a journey of discovering friendship, mystery, and the strange rules of this world. Mystery, comedy, and unexpected thrills… seen from the perspective of someone not from this planet.

The weight of the throne, the weight of expectation, the endless absurdities of sovereignty… all of it—the pomp, the flattery, the golden cages meant to make the prisoner feel honored—was my destiny. Inescapable. Predictable. Until he came. The one who dared to lecture me on leadership, to distinguish a sovereign from a master. The fool who crawled, seeking warmth in the hands of someone who had never known it… and yet, somehow, he found it.

She believes she was saved. When danger wraps its hands around her life, he appears—calm, protective, unbreakable. The man who stands between her and the darkness. The man who never leaves. But monsters don’t always come with teeth. As fear, desire, and dependence blur, small inconsistencies begin to surface—moments that don’t add up, memories that feel staged, truths that slip through the cracks. While the world tells her she is safe, something inside her whispers that safety has a cost. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes: Some rescues are carefully planned. Some love stories are traps. And weakness… was only the mask.

This is the story of an ancient demon who returned from the end of time. In his first life, he trusted when he should have doubted, hesitated when he should have killed, and spared enemies who later became his executioners. Step by step, those mistakes piled up, until even his power could no longer protect him. Surrounded by True Immortals and erased from the future, he used a forbidden treasure to reverse time itself. He was reborn at the beginning. This time, he remembers everything. Every betrayal. Every lie. Every moment of weakness that once led him to ruin. He does not seek redemption. He does not seek forgiveness. He seeks correction. With memories spanning eras, he cuts away hesitation and abandons mercy. Every decision is calculated. Every move is final. Friends are tested, enemies are erased before they can grow, and fate is treated not as a law—but as a resource to be exploited. He understands one absolute truth: the world rewards only those who are willing to be ruthless without hesitation. As history begins to change, fear follows his shadow. Old legends awaken, new powers tremble, and those who once stood above him slowly realize something is wrong. The future they knew is collapsing. They give him a new title. Not out of respect. But out of terror. The Ancient Reversion Falling Demon. This is not a story of justice. This is not a story of salvation. This is the record of a demon who fell once— and decided that, this time, the world would fall with him.

Winter, 2035. The world is unraveling. Captain John Hastings, leader of the Orange Force’s elite “Gray Horse” task force, is the sole survivor of a black-ops mission to seize a biological weapon. Ambushed by an unknown rebel militia, the operation ends in catastrophe. During the firefight, a micro-scale bioweapon detonates and embeds itself in John’s heart. A cognitive-restructuring toxin designated “NMDA-7” spreads through his body, irreversibly reshaping his neural architecture and overwriting his memories. Diagnosed with severe PTSD and forcibly discharged, John returns home—only to find that the “reality” around him is collapsing into the battlefield moments he once lived through, folding, overlapping, and rewriting the present. He slowly realizes he is no longer the soldier who survived. He is becoming something inhuman. From that point onward, guided by near-mad flashbacks and a fracturing psyche haunted by nightmares, John fights alongside the flickering “ghosts” of his fallen comrades. In a desperate race against the collapse of his own consciousness, he seeks blood for blood.

complete. Genre: Dark Fantasy | Historical Fiction | Slow Burn Romance | Mystery The Light That Burns: At the precipice of womanhood, Sunslite is defined by a deep family secret: a peculiar 'light' resides in her unusual, dark eyes—a power that is the key to her ancient lineage. Her mother’s final whisper confirms the stakes: "May your journey be bright... Wherever you go, you carry my heart." The Grand House of Reinhart: Torn from her simple life, Sunslite is whisked away to The Grand House of Reinhart, a sprawling, shadowed gothic manor cloaked in mystery and centuries of tradition. Her father's command is absolute: her inner power will either save her... or burn her to ash. The Guide: Waiting for her is Hridoy (33), her new teacher and guide—a blue-eyed man whose commanding presence and unnerving reverence create immediate fear. While he pledges loyalty, his strange actions (such as a lingering, silent kiss upon her hand) confirm that her path is far from ordinary. The Test of Power: Under Hridoy's watchful, intense gaze, Sunslite must learn to control the volatile magic within. She must navigate a world of ancient libraries, secret pacts, and the overwhelming weight of destiny. Can she master the power of the Reinhart bloodline and survive a teacher who embodies both her greatest comfort and her deepest fear? Read now for a story of inherited magic, gothic intrigue, and a secret that threatens to consume the light of its own bearer.

I wasn’t supposed to remember her. We didn’t promise anything. We barely spoke. But in a life trained to forget, she stayed. She is learning how to feel safe again. I am learning how to feel at all. This is not a love story built on grand gestures. It’s a quiet one— about late nights, shared silence, and the dangerous comfort of carrying someone’s name in your chest. A slow-burn romance where healing comes softly… and staying is the bravest choice of all.

They survived the fall of their world. Led by the stalwart Commander Kaisei Aoi and the resolute Mayor Seiko Nakahara, the last refugees of Ostoria have fled the frozen ruins of their homeland. Their desperate march south leads them to Eldoria—a pristine city untouched by war, bathed in a gentle, magical light. A sanctuary at last. But its rulers are the very legends who abandoned Ostoria in its final hour: the Suicidal Division. Six godlike beings of terrifying, casual power, they offer shelter on their own incomprehensible terms. To the traumatized refugees, their new home feels like a beautiful, gilded cage. Cold halls, endless skeleton patrols, and a cheerful propagandist announcing a brutal tournament to "sort the strong from the weak." Only Lia Shinsei, a sharp-eyed Blue Mage, begins to question the narrative. Are their saviors truly monstrous jailers, or something else entirely? As Yoshiya and Omina try to build a fragile peace, Lia's investigation uncovers a shocking truth: the Division's "cruelty" might be a profound and tragic misunderstanding. Now, two factions form. One will fight for a place in Eldoria's harsh new order. The other, led by Kaisei and Seiko, will choose a dangerous, defiant path: to leave the cage behind and reclaim the ashes of their home. For in Eldoria, sanctuary has a price. And every pillar casts a long shadow.

Marked for Revenge is a slow-burn psychological drama that follows a young man through four years of university life where patience becomes a weapon, memory becomes fuel and vengeance is not an outburst but a decision