realities

Just another Virtual Reality Game New World, a game and technology created by the ETHER, boasted to be the second life of humanity. Supposedly they have amazing AI system that is on par with the human mind. Let me try it with my friends while we aim to be the best in this game and maybe, we will discover things we should never have discovered. Is this really a game?

“Why do you think you were born in the Realm of Human? No, you, just like everyone else, start at the beginning. Welcome to your first Naraka.” When Haseo died, instead of meeting a God or being judge for his sins, he appeared in an assembly hall with thousands of others. On stage was a man who went on to ridicule them all for their misguided thoughts on where they were on the totem pole of life. Beings who thought they were born in the higher realms, were distraught to learn they existed in the Thought Realm. A collection of metaphysical universes that were all spawn with just a thought. Only Haseo himself was unfazed by this news. Though, rather then him having some insight, it was only because he simply was focused on a more important matter… ‘Man, not only was I placed in the nosebleeds section, I am surrounded by babies. They keep on yapping and crying over the speaker on the stage. Couldn’t hear anything that was said.’ ……… Soon everyone present was given a system of power to help them simulate into their new positions. The systems were all designed to be on equal terms with each other. None were better than others. If you knew your place and followed your path, you would become equals with others. “Haseo Graytoy, please come down here and meet me in my office. Your system needs explaining before we hand it over.” A long silence ensued. The systems were distributed instantly, however a guy with a weird last name was called down. ‘Man what a world.. or afterlife I guess? Who knew there was someone else with the same first name as me who didn’t get a system. Though, I wonder when is a good time to bring up I also didn’t get one.’ Though seeing his surroundings change, he realized that maybe the one who was called was him. “Welcome young man, sorry to single you out. But there are a few strings attached to your system.” The man went on to explain that Haseo was adopted and that was the reason for his last name changing. Him being adopted was due to the maker of the system he was being given. The ancestor of the Graytoy, used himself as the main ingredient of the system. “But don’t let this get to your head. Your system basically is only good for making toys.” Haseo looked at the man confused. “Wait, was I just called here because I am a dud? My afterlife will just be making toys in a factory?!” The man chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “I mentioned the Graytoy ancestor was an ingredient of your system. Hence the toy making part of it. However the reason calling you here is the other parts of the system.” “He somehow got his hands on the Test Server Universe and the Realities Trash Bin Server Universe. The first having loose regulations and the second housing copies of anything that has been made.” Haseo frown when he heard this, thinking he was going to get scammed. He started thinking of ways to plead for this system. Before Haseo could speak, the man raised his hand to stop him. “No need to worry about us keeping this from you or making you agree to unfair terms.” The man stood up and reached out his hand. “In fact, you are doing the biggest service anyone could ever do.” Haseo shook the man’s hand not knowing the start of his afterlife was about to get complicated.

[2nd Part of the Series of Re: Player Novel!] … The Adventure of Adam Wesker continues as the [Players] finally descend into the world of Zarraf. And even though everything is set as it should be, there are things lurking behind the shadows, manipulating it as they seem fit. And perhaps, at the edge of this chaotic, unbalanced, broken world, there also lies salvation to those who crave for it? Or maybe… it’s all just facade hiding the calamities that would soon consume the world. … In the World of Zarraf, there lives Gods, not all goods are good and certainly none are without motives. They rule the world’s 7 nations: The Nation of Light and Sun The Nation of Water The Nation of Fire The Nation of Life The Nation of Earth The Nation of Moon The Nation of Wind Each ruled by a Goddess that has their own stance in their ruling. But that is only the first page of this world. The second page colors the Ancient Gods of Corruption, Rage, Curse, Death and Hate. The third belongs the Seven Sins’ Incarnations that are ready to succeed the Ancient Gods. The Fourth is of the Witches who stand against all Gods equally. And the Final Page colors the [Immortals] or otherwise known as [Players] that will be summoned to bring Chaos to this world. A World that was meant to be destroyed, such is the fate of the world of Zarraf as powers beyond the realm of mortals threaten the dynamic equilibrium of their existence. In the end, the world was prophesied to be destroyed by one cause or another. Nothing could prevent looming destruction… Or so it was supposed to happen.. … Discord Link: https://discord.gg/2swHXduWg3

When Seth Virell opens his eyes, he finds himself standing before endless shelves of rotting tomes and whispering ink. The air tastes of dust, secrets, and something… watching. A lone desk sits in the center, a brass placard gleaming faintly: “Archivist.” The Library of the Broken Spine is no mere repository of books. Its shelves contain realities long erased, stories abandoned by the worlds that birthed them, and truths that should never be read aloud. Here, every choice Seth makes is recorded — not in paper and ink, but in the fabric of existence itself. Granted a single Discipline and an oath he does not remember swearing, Seth is tasked to catalog, alter, and seal away dangerous narratives before they leak into the living world. But each book he touches tries to write him back. And in the shadows between the shelves, something waits — not to be read, but to be remembered. In this library, forgetting is mercy. Remembering… is damnation.

Before we get to the synopsis, I just wanna give credit to my friend, janpt_1015. She helped me with this book so thank you for that. Also, sorry that there’s no book cover. It refuses to let me put one. We asked the characters of this book one question: How would they describe themselves as a team? All of them agreed on one answer: -A group of girls from different worlds fighting for their lives and those of others.

The cycle of birth and rebirth exists in everything, whether it be as small as quarks or as big as the universe. But what started that cycle? And when will it end?

[...Augmenting] [Target “Reader” Found] [Welcome “Reader,” to a story of a Human and a Demon with Intertwined Realities] [When Realms Collide, Dimensions Falter, and Realities Intertwine, will you be there to see it?]

Reality is thin—like wallpaper, like skin—easy to peel back if you look too long. This collection of surreal psychological horror stories drifts between waking and dreaming, memory and madness. Within these pages, you'll find a man whose house quietly consumes his past, a train that never stops yet carries only those who've lost direction, and moments that fracture like glass under too much thought. Paranoia blooms, time folds, and somewhere beneath it all, something ancient whispers through the cracks—patient, watching, waiting. Whispers Between Realities invites you to question what’s real, and then wonder why that matters at all.

Kaito Sugiura, a weary 23-year-old college student with failing grades and no direction in life, never expected his worst purchase to become his greatest discovery. While rummaging through a forgotten storage unit, he finds an ancient brass compass etched with shifting constellations—a relic known only as the Astral Wayfinder. When the compass activates, it tears open a doorway between Earth and a mysterious otherworld brimming with monsters, treasures, and unseen powers. Armed with only common sense, caution, and the Astral Wayfinder, Kaito begins to explore the possibilities: trading rare goods between worlds, navigating politics in both realms, taming strange beasts, and uncovering secrets that some would kill to protect. Allies, rivals, and enemies begin to gather around him—each with their own motives. And as Kaito steps deeper into the woven mysteries of fate, he realizes his arrival was no accident. The threads of countless lives, across countless worlds, are tugging toward him. Some will bless his name. Others will curse it. But all will feel the ripples of his choices. A single step has set everything into motion.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!