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He was arguing that free will exists when the world ended. One move from winning. A stone between his fingers. His oldest rival across the board, insisting that nothing anyone does is truly chosen — that every step of a man's life was laid down before he took the first. Then the room skipped, and Shen Huang woke facedown in black water on a world that had never heard of Earth. He did not panic. He counted. Wrong cold. Fog the color of a bruise. A crowd above him, waiting. Two seconds, and he understood he was dead, and elsewhere, and here on purpose. The third second was the one that should have frightened him. He was interested. In this world, power is inherited. The Vashari are born holding it — fire that follows the eye, minds that bend memory, futures read like a page. Everyone else is Nuun. The empty. The severed. Cattle with names, herded into a drowned frontier nobody else wanted. Shen Huang has no power. He will never have power. He has something worse. He has four thousand years of a dead world's warcraft locked behind his eyes — every siege, every betrayal, every annihilation history ever recorded — and he has landed among a people who have never seen a single one of them. They will call him the Nobody. Then the general. Then the King of the Empty. And when they finally find a word for what he is, it will not be a title. It will be a curse, whispered in a language older than their gods, for the thing that moves without being moved. He has done this before. He does not remember losing.

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.

Set in an alternate 1830s world of steam, machinery, magic and hidden horrors. Who truly holds power? Those who awaken… or those who are chosen? Felix Corwin wakes up with no memory of the past month, a mysterious stopwatch in hand, and a journal containing cryptic warnings. Beneath the surface of the industrial world, the Awakened walk unseen, bearing mandates that grant power at a horrifying cost that accompanies wielding it. Dragged into something he does not understand, Felix is forced through the fractured lives of others, reliving them, changing them, or being consumed by them. With each descent, his sense of self erodes, blurring the line between survival and madness. The deeper he goes, the closer he comes to a truth that has long been rewritten. He had already died once This time… it might stay that way. These are the records of Anonymous. * * * Weekly Uploads on Tuesdays and Fridays Feel free to join my official Discord server, where I post regular updates on my work and upcoming releases. https://discord.gg/nCRg3TY5fH

After falling into the backroom, Owen--a northern hunter, has to quickly find an exit, he wants to return... Later, he finds a note. It's help! but, he's still alone.. no..  he isn't.. He was never alone.. They are always here for him... Something's watching.. He's safe. . ?

In a time under the reign of the 8th King of Anarchy, this story unfolds. Yuliana blazed as her whole body was engulfed in flames. With just a withering mind left, her final option was to force her own death. So she attempts to end her life in an ultimate act of jumping off, only to get caught by a suited and eccentric dollmaker. Evander, who wields a mystical power known as Artistry, finds her fate to be an amusing one and decides to revive her from the clutches of death. Using the Codex of Life, he builds her a new body and identity, allowing her to have a fresh start at life. But the past still lingers. The flames that once burned her, and the mysterious Supreme Oracle rooted deep within her, Yuliana's fate is not yet resolved. She must deduce it, the reason that put her into such a predicament in the first place. Thus begins the tale of Evander and Yuliana, the dollmaker and his doll, the burning girl and her 'saviour'. To what end will they see their fate? What to expect: •🧠🔍 A brain churning mystery that makes the reader think and a plot that keeps on expanding. •🧐🎭 Thoughtful and expressive characters with complex emotions and actions. •🌍📜 A rich world with a long standing history and lore, spanning across 8 Anarchy Eras. •🩸🔪 A dark fantasy with intense imagery and a prose that doesn't cut in the descriptions. •🔮📖 A complex power system known as Artistry which revolves around using ichor to draw archaic sigils in the mind.