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In the slums beneath Veston, Kael fled before his mother's body grew cold. No sun. No flowers. No hope. No dreams. Winter and gang lords buried them all. "Pray to the gods and endure for a better tomorrow," his mom said. Why would he pray to the same gods who denied him peace? Who thrust him into this nightmare? No, he'd carve a way to Veston with his own hands, and it started by breaking his promise to his mother for survival. But the job for gang lord Garrick Vane went wrong. He was left for dead with nothing but a ledger salvaged from a submerged temple. But he refused death. "I persist." Two words that awakened a forbidden power, an unlicensed truth anchored to belief and paid for in the warmth of his most precious memories. Now a heretic hunted by priests who burn the unfaithful, Kael discovered the ledger tracked everything: his stress, his anchor, the price he had already paid. Every choice stresses his truth. And if his anchor breaks, he wouldn't just die: he'd become something worse. What to expect: - Analytical main character who thinks his way through problems. - A deep, original system to decipher along with Kael. - A lore-rich worldbuilding with its own religions and epochs to discover. - Truths that aren't free entries on a stat sheet. - No harem Length: 1,600 – 2,000 words per chapter. Schedule: 1 chapter daily.

Original ONGOING Portal Fantasy / IsekaiTime LoopUrban FantasyProgressionWar and MilitaryActionMysteryPsychologicalRomanceApocalypseDystopiaFirst ContactGender BenderHigh FantasyMagitechMale LeadMartial ArtsMythosReincarnationSteampunk Warning: This fiction contains: Graphic Violence Profanity Sensitive Content On the empty street, a lone figure walked. A black coat draped over a white shirt, stained in dark, uneven patches that had yet to dry. Black trousers followed the same muted tone, blending him into the night as though he belonged to it more than the world around him. His hair was black, unremarkable at a glance, yet his eyes—sharp, brown, and unwavering—carried a quiet weight. Not exhaustion of the body, but something deeper, something that had settled within him long before this moment. Blood marked his clothes. Fresh enough to glisten faintly beneath the dim light, yet old enough to cling stubbornly, refusing to fade. The road remained silent. No footsteps but his own disturbed the stillness. No distant engines, no whisper of wind—nothing. Only a single street lamp stood above, casting a weak, yellow glow that felt… insufficient, as though it illuminated less than it should, leaving parts of the world just slightly beyond reach. And in that dim light— Something about the scene felt incomplete. Then, without warning, the streetlight flickered. Once. Then twice. Then irregularly, as though something unseen had begun interfering with its rhythm. The shadows shifted with it—but not entirely in sync. A fraction too slow. A fraction too late. As if they were no longer bound perfectly to the objects that cast them. NOTE:- Please only read if you are ready to imagine the extreme gore and all types of mortal cruelty. Also available on Minkly.io in audio form

Love is not illegal in this universe. It is simply not allowed to exist. When an Overseer of Reality falls in love with a girl meant to die, causality begins to fracture—and the universe starts preparing to erase them both. *** In a universe governed by function, efficiency, and cosmic law, love is an anomaly no system can quantify. Fitran is an Overseer of Reality—an executor of balance tasked with maintaining causality across worlds. He was never meant to choose, hesitate, or care. Rinoa is a fractured soul, rewritten across eras and timelines, engineered to become a necessary martyr—a sacrifice required to keep reality stable. Together, they are a contradiction. Every time they hold hands, probability falters. Every time they separate, the universe stabilizes. As ancient machine gods awaken, angels descend to enforce order, and the Void turns its attention toward Earth, one truth becomes unavoidable: The universe does not fear war. It does not fear extinction. It fears a love that breaks meaning itself. This is not a story about saving the world. It is a story about choosing love in a reality that would rather collapse than allow it.

