Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India

Tags: [Honkai Star Rail] + [Livestream] + [Sky Screen] + [Crossover] A luminous screen traversed the barriers of countless universes, projecting itself across the myriad worlds, drawing the intense attention of the native inhabitants of each world! When Jingliu meticulously sliced Blade into mincemeat, the members of the Demon Slayer Corps were stunned! "What the—what kind of Breathing Style is this? Ice Breathing?" (A certain Demon King trembled in a corner.) When Acheron unleashed a spectacular marvel with a single slash in Penacony, a young girl named Mei on a certain starship dropped her rice spoon in shock. "She’s also called Mei? She’s also Lightning-based? And… why does her voice sound exactly like mine?!" This is bad! Something tells me the scenes that follow will show developments I can’t possibly accept! ---- Read 40 advance chapters on patreon.com/Ferasam

A bizarre invasion strikes Wuthering Waves, the Lament resounds throughout civilization, here… there is no Rover. Professional Hardcore player Noah enters Solaris and discovers that the world of Wuthering Waves is completely different from the one in his memory. The Magistrate of Jinzhou is no longer Jinhsi, but Scar of the Fractsidus. General Jiyan of the Midnight Rangers has already been corrupted and blackened by Threnodian pollution. The Black Shores have completely fallen, and the Shorekeeper sacrificed herself to fuse with the Tethys System. Gloomy shadows shroud the sky, civilization’s Lament never ceases, and the desperate, exhausted people have no time to wipe away their tears as they confront fate with roars of unwilling fury. “Good, good, good, so this is how you want to play it!” Noah cursed under his breath— “Then don’t blame me for turning on cheats.” [Wuthering Waves fanfiction + bizarre invasion + apocalypse + world salvation + collapsed main storyline + protagonist is not Rover]

[Anime Direction] + [No System] + [Love Rivalry] + [Passionate] + [Daily Emotions] ...... Carrying a certain regret and an unbearable sense of guilt, Lucian finally arrived at Tracen Academy—the training school for Uma Musume. ...... Lucian: "Run as freely as you can. Don’t let anyone take the view ahead of you." Silence Suzuka: "Mr. Lucian..." ...... Lucian: "Chubby, if you keep eating, your weight’s going up again." Special Week: "Ugh... but your cooking is just too delicious~ And... Lucian-san, please don’t call me chubby!" ...... Lucian: "Shut up, all of you! If you’re watching the race, then watch properly. If you love shouting so much, do you want me to shove a mic in your mouth?!" "Victory isn’t decided on the track, but off it? What a cowardly tactic." Rice Shower: "Lucian-kun, you’re also Rice Shower’s hero." ...... --- Read advance chapters on patreon.com/Ferasam

Su Chen transmigrated to a parallel world with an extraordinarily developed film and television industry. By chance, he awakened an online drama production system: as long as the web series he created became a hit, he would receive various rewards. Immediately, he had the idea of adapting Honkai: Star Rail into a live-action series. But… who should he cast? Just then, a girl named Firefly appeared before Su Chen. How could she look so similar? She was practically a beauty who stepped right out of the 2D world! Not just her—there was also March 7th, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Bronya… Firefly: "You promised—you’d treat me to one Oak Cake Roll every day from now on." Space travel, interstellar adventures, the curtain of hegemony… The Herta Space Station, the onslaught of the Doomsday Beast, the climactic boss battle against Cocolia, Mikhail’s Treasure, the embers of Glamoth… Moviegoers worldwide went wild! "This is hype! Is this the Wildfire? Since when could boss battles be filmed like this?!" "How dare you hurt Miss Firefly! Screenwriter, you deserve to die a thousand deaths!" "To ‘trailblaze’ means to advance further down paths no one has walked before!" --- Read advance chapters on patreon.com/Ferasam

In a realm forged from the collision of two universes, existence is a meat grinder. Spanning dozens of galaxies, this "Great Link" has become the primary theater of war for the cosmos' most formidable factions. Here, Divine Entities fall by the thousands, their deaths fertilizing the soil for new ascendants in a relentless cycle of slaughter, carnage and greed. But from the friction of this chaos—the gore, the death, and the broken laws of physics—a new lifeform emerged: The Calamity. To the outsiders, the Calamities are not people; they are living ore. They are hunted for their essences, consumed as nourishment, or broken into servitude. While most are mindless beasts of destruction, a rare few are born with souls and intellect. They are the prey that knows it is being hunted. In a forgotten corner of this sprawling graveyard, a Rank 1 Calamity is born. He is the weakest of his kind, a flickering spark in a storm of divine-tier predators. He awakens with nothing but a primal directive: Ascend or be consumed. Yet, buried within his frail form lie three anomalies—illogical, reality-warping abilities that defy the established power scales of both universes. In a world where "strength" is measured by the bodies of fallen divines, one weakling must test the limits of his broken gifts. Can a creature born of chaos bring order to a realm of divine greed, or will he simply be the highest-quality resource ever harvested. ——— ——— Note: The MC is indeed born with strong abilities, however that doesn't mean those abilities will make him insanely stronger from the start! No, instead to become strong and peerless, he would have to work for it, and suffer for it! Only then would he be worthy enough to be called.. ——— ——— Power Stones—250—1 Chapter Golden Tickets—50—1 Chapter [For both, effects stackable up to 5 times] ——— Gifts— 1000 Coins—1 Chapter! 5000 Coins—5 Chapters! 10,000 Coins—10 Chapters! 15,000 Coins—15 Chapters! ——— ———

Liam died as most do: unexpectedly, leaving much unsaid. However, death was not final. With two wishes and a second chance, he began anew in a world of pirates, Devil Fruits, and improbable dreams. This time, everything was different. Drawing on Darwin's adaptability and Doomsday's resilience, Liam's biology is exceptional. Injuries that would be fatal instead make him stronger. Any poison, technique, or power he encounters is permanently neutralized by his body. He does not merely survive; he evolves. Those who attempt to kill him will not have a second opportunity. He sails the Grand Line in an era of legends. Whitebeard dominates, the Pirate King's legacy endures, and ambition drives all. Liam seeks neither thrones nor titles. But with his abilities, a quiet life is impossible. He arrived with nothing. He cannot be stopped. The seas are unprepared for what lies ahead.

Zen came to East-Wing Warriors Academy for one reason: peace. After years as a war veteran in a post-apocalyptic world of elemental warfare, he just wants to fade into the background as a low-ranked transfer student, keep his head down, and avoid attention during his cooldown period. But peace doesn’t come easy when: • A classmate suspects he’s hiding far more than his rank • His sister monitors every second of life he’s burning • Unknown forces start hunting him the moment he interferes • And his ensemble of comrades keeps dragging him into conflicts that demand he choose: their lives—or his remaining time In a world where elemental warfare never sleeps, Zen must navigate academy politics, hidden threats, and the growing realization that the people he’s trying to protect won’t let him die quietly—even if saving them kills him faster. Fallen Elementals is a slowburn character tragedy about what happens when the strongest person in the room is also the one dying fastest.

"Stop." His voice is low and controlled and furious underneath both. "Whatever you're doing in there the books, the reading, the tucking in — stop." "They asked me to read to them," I say evenly. "I don't care what they asked." He takes a step toward me and I hold my ground, which seems to make it worse. "You've been here for just less than two weeks, and you're already in Dorian's room, touching his things, letting them climb all over you like you're" He stops, jaw tight. "You're not their mother. You're on a twelve-month contract." "I'm aware of what I am," I say. "Are you?" Something sharp enters his expression. "Because from where I'm standing it looks like a woman playing a very long game. Soften up the children, charm the staff, make yourself indispensable — and then what? You think I don't see it?" Something cold moves through my chest, but I keep my face neutral. "You think I'm doing this to get to you." "Aren't you?" He says it like it's obvious, like I'm naive for pretending otherwise, and the contempt in it is so clean and practiced that for one second I almost believe I deserve it. "You should wake up from that delusion. Whatever you think you're building here — it won't work, you will never have me." He moves before I register it, closing the distance between us in one smooth step, and then his hand is at my neck, warm and deliberate, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse like he's checking whether I'm afraid, and the answer my body gives him is humiliating. His mouth drops to the curve of my neck and shoulder, not rough — slow, purposeful, his lips dragging against my skin like he has all the time in the world and knows exactly what he's doing with it, and I shudder despite everything I know about this man and this moment and exactly what he's trying to prove. "This," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and terrible and close, "is all you'll ever get from me." ********* Sloane Carter had her work stolen, her body broken, and her heart shattered in pieces. Then a truck ran her off the road on a rainy night, and she woke up inside the worst romance novel she had ever read. Wrong century, wrong country. Wrong body. Twelve-month contract marriage to a man carved from ice, three feral six-year-olds, and a dead man's secret buried so deep the whole empire is rotting from the root. In the novel, the heroine smiles gently, loves quietly, and dies before anyone notices she was worth saving. Sloane has bruised ribs, a stolen career, years of swallowed rage and absolutely no intention of following the original script. The cold CEO didn't bargain for a woman who'd already survived the worst he could ever be. Neither did the man who put her in that car. He thought killing Sloane Carter would silence her. He had no idea it would set her free.

Kang Min was the only one to make it past the 600th Floor. After clearing the 666th floor in total solitude he faces death. However, for some reason he wakes up 13 years in the future.. But what's this? [Constellation Stream] - Players can now stream their hunts and floor clears to viewers and gods who sponsor coins and promise more power and fame. He is sure to take over faster than anyone...after all he was the sole human to clear 666 Floors. The world-ending livestream of the 666th Floor Veteran starts now!!! --- Alternatives: Streaming of the Disaster-Class Player -Discord: https://discord.gg/RXCj5fcp3U ※Note: The Cover belongs to me!