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Lucas transmigrates to a parallel world and is thrilled to discover that many of the classic, brilliant games from his past life don’t exist here. Eager to make his mark, he’s also burdened with an "Emotion Collection System"—where players’ emotions like joy, sorrow, excitement, fear, and anger from his games make him stronger. But why is it so much easier to harvest resentment than happiness? Staring at his point earnings, Lucas is utterly baffled. And so, his career as a game designer takes a… creative turn. In Undertale, players slam their desks and scream: "I’m the one being played by this game!" In Outlast, players shriek: "The locker moved! I quit—NOPE!" In Dark Souls, players cheerfully boot up the game, only to beg: "Leave the Fire Keeper and GET OUT! Take your damn flame with you—we refuse to link it!" In Call of Duty, Soap, Roach, and Ghost meet tragic ends; in Final Fantasy VII, Zack falls in battle and Aerith meets her fate; in Red Dead Redemption, Arthur and John are betrayed… Players collectively rage: "DAMN YOU, LUCAS, YOU SADISTIC OLD FOX! CAN’T YOU BE KINDA TO YOUR PROTAGONISTS?!" When asked by a reporter how he feels about players’ fury, LUCAS smiles faintly: "This isn’t hatred—it’s the world’s players urging me forward! This is LOVE! Thank you all; I’ll keep up the good work!"

Almost six centuries had passed since the Shattering, and its aftershock still shaped every corner of the world. In the ruins it left behind, Luciel chased meaning with the one thing he hated the most: an ordinary, powerless life. Then, a miracle descended, granting him his wish through a mysterious dream. It delivered him a sword, and his soul awakened into the ranks of Resonators. However, Luciel awakened with something no Resonator possessed: a rune system. It read the soul of everyone, including himself, and translated them into an evolving score. Along with his newfound power, ambition arose from the depth of his soul: destroying everything in its path, or becoming the myriad world's savior, everything was possible in his mind.

Gerhard Virex was born in 979.M41, on an Imperial Hive-world. He regains his memories of a past life in the same year that it was overrun by Orks under a Warboss using as much dakka as they could get their hands on. All alone and isolated, forced to fight against the now resident Orks for survival, Gerhard is unwilling to accept such a fate of constant war and sets out to advance on his own. Thanks to a special power, he became the Gamer, and thanks to that, Gerhard now has a real chance. Chaos and the Xenos better hurry, because the Gamer has entered the Grim Dark Future of the 41st Millennium, and he is here to stay.

In the grim darkness of the far future, the galaxy is a theater of unending slaughter, yet it lacked the chittering, manic chorus of the "Yes-Yes!" To rectify this void, Lucius descends upon the stars as the Great Horned Rat, robed in tattered grey and brimming with malevolent divinity. Leading his verminous swarms, he plunges into the brutal cesspit of the 41st Millennium to carve out a domain of ruin. With the arrival of the Skaven, the balance of power shifts toward total anarchy. The Great Devourer meets its match in a rival swarm whose hunger is just as insatiable, while the Imperium of Man learns the true meaning of "unending numbers" as tide after tide of rat-kin drowns their worlds. Even the Necrons stare in cold calculation at a foe that wields green-glowing warpstone weaponry with a reckless abandon that mirrors their own. To the Orks, Lucius issues a challenge across time and reality: "Greenskins, we have slaughtered your kind from the World-That-Was to the Age of Sigmar and now into the 41st Millennium. If you have the stomach for it, come and face the swarms once more!" Experience a tale of skittering madness and galactic conquest as the Under-Empire rises to consume the stars. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

The survival rate for Eisenlaufer pilots on their first mission is forty-three percent. Nobody tells you that before you sign. Nobody tells you that the enemy you're being sent to fight doesn't behave anything like the official briefing says. Nobody tells you that pilots who ask too many questions tend to die faster than the ones who don't. Nobody tells you what's actually inside unit AS-07-119, the mecha that killed three pilots before you and then, the first time you sit in it, comes alive in eight seconds flat. Levin Hoffman doesn't know any of this yet. He will. Das Erhaben calls themselves the superior civilization. They arrived seventeen years ago with technology that made humanity's look like toys and an offer that wasn't really an offer. Humanity became Nullrang. The lowest rank. Useful enough to die in a war that wasn't theirs. Not valuable enough to be told the truth about what they're dying for. Levin was born into this. He's lost everyone who mattered inside it. He entered the pilot program with exactly zero intention of surviving it. But something is wrong with his unit. Something is wrong with the briefings. Something is wrong with the war itself. And two women on opposite sides of a system designed to keep them apart are paying attention to a pilot who was never supposed to matter. He came here to disappear. The war has other plans.

Magic....The very foundation of life energy and universal power able to manipulate the very nature and elements of reality. However what if I said technology was the real power, the real catastrophe, and not just any technology but the kind that breeds destruction and resurrection. At least that's what Darius believed when he was granted 3 protocols(Wishes) in the presence of a mysterious being that was quite optimistic about his abilities to conquer worlds Yes that's right, the being assigned Darius the task of conquering various worlds, and not just any worlds but very vast dangerous magical worlds, however Darius found this amusing because the only danger here was his ideas, and his ideas were waiting to sprout into the very reality that has never faced a crisis the likes of which Darius will bring upon Bear witness to what happens when technology that can enslave black hole, warp time and space, harvest stars, and tap into higher dimensions faces of against so called Magical behemoths. ----------------------------------------------------------- Author: I have tried and failed at writing lengthy enticing novels, but this one will be my magnum opus, and i can promise you it will be worth the read as many secrets and mystery's lie ahead, Please don't forget to show support.

At the end of the final aeon, the multiverse collapses. Across an infinity of realities, civilizations that had mastered galaxies and rewritten the laws of physics witness the impossible: eternal inflation reverses. Every universe folds inward, every timeline converges, and existence itself compresses into a single cosmological remnant: Type-0 Black Hole, its horizon encoded with the complete history of everything that has ever been. Only one being escapes the end. Born from the asymmetry of the collapse of Existence itself, Nirvonis, the embodiment of end itself, breaks free from the dying multiverse carrying fragments of its core. Too corrupted by divergent forces to remain sane enough to shape the newborn reality directly, he retreats to a strange realm beyond spacetime and divides his essence, creating two angels to explore the universe that rises from the ashes of the old. Amiss, the force that draws all things toward their inevitable conclusion, and Eva, the quiet gravity where every ending collapses, descend into a cosmos unlike any before it. Because the new universe is not born from a Big Bang. It is encoded, It is projected holographically from the surface of the ancient black hole that replaced the multiverse. As the angels wander this unfolding reality, they discover civilizations rising, strange new forces of magic emerging from broken cosmic symmetries, and powers far older than the universe itself quietly steering its fate. In a universe written on the edge of oblivion, every ending carries the weight of creation and the angels of the End may be the only beings who remember what came before.

The year is 2032, and gaming has reached a new peak with the release of VisionX, the latest world-creation VR pod model. Unlike earlier pods such as TouG, VisionX perfects immersion, pulling players into living, breathing virtual worlds that feel indistinguishable from reality. Brothers Ken and Kai Ross grew up with one shared passion—games. From childhood consoles to late-night online matches, their bond was forged through screens, controllers, and competition. Now, with VisionX before them, they are ready to step into something entirely new. Their first stream, their first real dive, begins with TesHorror—a game infamous for its chilling lore, twisting levels, and relentless atmosphere. What starts as a simple thrill quickly turns into a journey that tests their instincts, courage, and teamwork. From heart-pounding horrors to breathtaking adventures, follow the Ross brothers as they carve their path through countless worlds—streaming, surviving, and creating memories in the ever-expanding realm of virtual reality.

Ever stood in the middle of the class, staring dejectedly at your classmates with an awkward expression? Wishing for the ground to swallow you up? Or perhaps you're the type that wishes to suppress them with a kingly aura? Welcome to Lucamir's world, where your will is turned to Ego and the manifestation of what you wish for is proclaimed in the world. Our Inner Selves are actually demons. Demons we wish to release, but can't because of the fear of repercussions. Their demons are called Archetypes, and seven of them exist. Seven types of Innerselves. Seven Archetypes. Then there's Lucamir, born with not one, but all Seven Archetypes. Seven Demons? But how can a human possess such Demons? Insecurities? Pride? Rage? The common emotions of man. Earth had been twisted since the appearance of the Eidolon planet. Bizarre phenomena, such as floating seas and underground skies, emerged. Mountains that reached the heavens and Castles built deep in the Pacific. Life was not as it used to be and Lucamir stood in the middle of it. With Earth’s deep connection with the Abyss, and Lucamir's obscure connection with its origins, one could only wonder what kind of tribulations waited for him. Join Lucamir as he walks the path of the Egoists. Welders of their Egos and how they claim providence in the Abyss. ______ Note; This is not just a mere work of art, but an intricate world-building that has been worked on for a while. All flaws and failures from my former work, I Regressed and became the Sword Ice King, have been reviewed and refined to produce something I am proud of. While it is possible it may fall short to others, I reckon it's an absolute best of its own. Tap that read and give it a try. Add it to your library. You are surely in, for a ride. #FantasyScifi. Give in your reviews and criticisms. All are welcome.

How do you solve a problem? Some will say with negotiation, critical thinking, pattern recognition, and a bunch of other stuff. And while those methods might work, there's a quicker and more direct approach Drone strikes. A lot of them. After dying in a freak accident from a missile test at my internship, I'm thrust into the world of My Hero Academia with a modified power from my favorite gacha game, fit to my knowledge, along with a few extra goodies for cool points and style. Fun at first, I later realize my biggest obstacle becomes the idealism and constraints of the hero system, but maybe I can change—fix—the system. Whether together...or alone. And I know some dirty tricks up my sleeve. After all, if you're not cheating or being unfair, you're not playing to win. ********** Author here, synopsis may seem edgy and cringe, but it's what I came up with that gives a little glimpse of where the story will go. If the anti-hero tag wasn't enough. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Maybe throw some powerstones at the story or something if you want, but you don't need to, since there's no incentive for it. My upload schedule will be whenever, since I have a large picture outline, but nothing super detailed. If I did have to give a schedule, it would be at least one chapter a week, unless I get too busy with school, get lazy, get a random fixation that distracts me, or something else like that. That will be all. If you have questions or something, comment on a chapter. If you want to give a review, bad, hateful, or good, feel free to do so as well.

“When the memories of countless people enter your mind in an instant, you will most likely go insane. It’s too much information for your brain to handle.” “But what happens if you accumulate those memories slowly, not in an instant, just gradually piling up over time with each life you steal and call your own? Will you still go insane? Can your brain still handle it? With all the knowledge you’ve accumulated from the memories, what will you do with it?” “After all is said and done, will you still be the same person as you were when you first woke up in this unfamiliar universe?” “Will you still save everyone?” “If so, then, you’ll make me the happiest girl in the world. I will embrace you in my arms and say my words of gratitude for everything you’ve ever done, every sacrifice you made, every loss you grieved, every hardship you pushed through, and every pain you endured.” “Just promise me one thing. Promise me that you won’t forget. Even after an eternity has passed, even after your loved ones are long gone, even after every star has burned out, please never forget.” “Now, go. Save us. Save us from this dying universe, Mirrored Soul.”

The Live Broadcast Room descends upon the Honkai: Star Rail Universe and Teyvat. The broadcast starts immediately with the future plot, the Penacony chapter! Aventurine: Three gambling chips are enough, all, or nothing! Firefly: I dreamed of a barren land, a new sprout breaking through the earth... Moths flocking to the flame, born to die! Acheron: May death end your long, drawn-out dream... leading you back to the world of clarity. Mikhail: Having reached the end of the journey of life, I will leave this self-proclaimed precious flame in the deepest part of the dream, hoping to pass it on to the nameless guests of the next generation. Ternan: Some things, even if meaningless, must ultimately be done. Until the very end, Sunday descends! “I shall ascend to the heavens, transforming into the Sun in the sky.” “Multitudes shall flourish eagerly beneath my light, and all evil shall have no place to hide.” “If your paradise can save more people, then cut off my path forward with your own hands.” The First Day granted truth. The Second Day granted the calendar. The Third Day granted language. ... Prepare to witness, the Primal Order is at hand! Want even more content? Join the inner circle on my patreon.com/Hotaru12, your support fuels these projects, and in return, you unlock exclusive early access for future chapters. Check out the tiers for exclusive perks. 2 Chapter Release Every Monday, Wednesday, And Friday 1pm @GMT+8

A tale of a amnesiac man to find who he is.

Zombies and magic and… cat girls?! Oh my! The world crumbles into chaos when a necromancer brings the dead to life and unintentionally unleashes magic into the modern world. The undead overwhelm his city and Grayson, along with his brain-implanted AI companion Becca, finds himself fighting to survive a modern world transforming into a fantasy hellscape. Fantastical monsters emerge, magic appears and demihumans are suddenly running around—Chaos is everywhere. Between recruiting survivors, learning how to use magic, fighting power-hungry villains, and researching a cure for the zombieism, Grayson discovers that saving the world is exhausting. But hey, at least the new world has cat girls. That's a win, right? Maybe living through the apocalypse isn’t so bad after all. If only Grayson could get this sassy AI in his head under control. What to expect: • Zombies. Duh. • Modern world slowly turns to Fantasy world as magic rewrites reality. • Cool sci-fi gadgets. • No system. But there is a status screen thanks to Becca that lists skills, companions, and physical stats. • Progression fantasy where Grayson and crew develop magical abilities and get stronger over time. • Slow-build relationships with a large cast of characters that grows, shrinks, and sometimes gets eaten. • An in-universe soundtrack because even the apocalypse needs a playlist. Much to Becca’s satisfaction, no AIs were harmed (or used) in the creation of this story.

Book 2 of the Noctirum Series The events of Noctirum still go on. The story that began in another world has come crashing back into their own. Shivam and his friends thought the nightmare was over. They were wrong. Back in Delhi, their life should have gone back to normal. The streets are alive, the city hums with the illusion of peace, and the memories of that broken future should have been left behind. But shadows don't fade so easily. Strange signs are appearing. Dreams bleed into waking hours. And deep beneath the noise of everyday life, something old and dangerous is stirring. The scars they carry from Noctirum are not just wounds of the past-they are warnings. With every step, Shivam feels the weight of a destiny he cannot shake, while his friends begin to sense that the line between their world and the one, they left behind is breaking. As new threats close in and the cost of survival grows heavier, bonds will be tested, choices will cut deeper, and the truths they've been running from may decide the fate of more than just themselves. The Reckoning isn't coming. It's already here.

Death was supposed to be the end. For Mark Shepherd, it was just the beginning. Run down on Earth, Mark wakes to the screaming alarms of a starship crashing onto a desolate world. Stranded on the fringes of mapped space, his only lifeline is the dying wisdom of an ancient alien ship builder. To survive, Mark must master the art of Starship Engineering, forging everything from intricate fusion reactors to cold warship hulls. But escaping a dead planet is only the first step in his journey. The broader galaxy is unforgiving, run by cutthroat corporations, pirates, and corrupt empires. When Mark forms an unlikely family, his rising technological brilliance paints a target on his back. Greedy factions want his skills enslaved or destroyed. In a universe where freedom is enforced with railguns, a quiet life is a death sentence. To protect his own, Mark must build, expand, and rise from the unknown to challenge the titans of the galaxy. But such a task is easier said than done. He didn't ask for this second life, but he will seize it. To survive is human. But to conquer? Well, that's just destiny. *** What to Expect: - 1 Chapter Tuesdays, Fridays, and Sundays - 2500-4000+ words Chapters - Slow Burn - Slice of Life - An MC that doesn't let things slide - Primary focus in Technology and Exploration, but Action will become more frequent as time passes - A more "grounded" sci-fi experience that will slowly loosen its chains - Army building, duh (Not as of yet) Advanced Chapters on my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/cw/Crimson_Reapr This novel is also available on RoyalRoad, Wattpad, and Scribble Hub (Under the Handle of Ghostly_Immortal)

The Immortal stroked the top of my head, and as my hair was tied up, I was bestowed with eternal life. IBM z15, 190 CPUs, 40T of memory, 12.2 billion transistors Arriving in the Cultivation World with a portable data center space, a tale of cultivation aided by the IBM z15. All for the sake of immortality!