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THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL "Try not to die like a bitch this time." That was the last thing the System told me before it rebooted the timeline. I’m Jack Monroe, a construction manager who failed to save the world. In my first life, I died screaming on Day 30, ranked 47th out of 50 warlords, watching my fortress crumble because I cut corners on a concrete wall. Now, I’ve been sent back to Day 1 with a roadmap of the apocalypse carved into my skull and a 30-day countdown to a cosmic Server Wipe. Round Two isn't about heroics. It's about industry. Trapped in the toxic wasteland of East St. Louis, I have to turn a bankrupt chemical plant into an impenetrable Silo. I have to manage a crew of terrified laborers, a mutinous sheriff, and two System entities warring for my soul. The dead don't just walk—they evolve. Shamblers turn into Runners, Runners turn into Mutants, and my neighbors turn into looters. I have a plan. I have a blueprint. I have a shovel. And if you get in the way of my construction schedule, you’re going into the concrete mixer. Build. Harvest. Optimize. Welcome to the Cull. Genre: LitRPG, Post-Apocalyptic, Survival Horror Tags: Kingdom Building, Regression, Anti-Hero, Base Building, Zombie Evolution, Crunch (Stats), Gore, Ruthless Protagonist. Content Warning: This story contains graphic violence, strong language, body horror (System Sickness), and a protagonist who prioritizes survival over morality. Rated 18+

This is not a story about collecting girls like Pokémon or about a hero with no soul. My protagonist was born broken، but not dead. Sartor is a voiceless boy trapped in a crumbling body, in a mansion haunted by secrets and silence. When a strange healer arrives, old scars tear open، and something beneath begins to move. In a world ruled by hidden strings and forgotten sins, Sartor isn’t just waking up، he’s becoming something they tried to bury. A dark psychological fantasy about trauma, control, and the quiet rebellion of a puppet who dares to cut his strings. “If you're tired of shallow power fantasies... walk deeper.”

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Max a reknown business mogule is part of a cult a dark organization that targets people gives them a great life but with a price the price Max has to pay is to kill his wife.After killing his wife the supposed organization abandons him and leaves him to the dogs his once good life is now in turmoil,in prison he meets Brad who was previously a soldier and has a similar life mission.None of them are innocent but none of them cares much about justice they grew to love the carnage and now they have to deal with their greatest enemy yet their hunger for blood.

Chronos Reborn In a city where hope is a forgotten word, Arin Kade is nothing more than a loser — a young man crushed by loss, humiliation, and loneliness. After losing his family in a tragic accident and being forced to quit his dead-end job, Arin’s life spirals into darkness… until death itself offers a second chance. Awakening in a strange void, Arin is chosen by the mysterious Chronos Core — a cosmic system granting him control over time, dimensions, and reality itself. With newfound power to manipulate the past, future, and countless parallel worlds, Arin is thrust into a hidden war spanning universes. But wielding such power comes at a price. As he unravels secrets about his family’s death and faces enemies who seek to control time’s flow, Arin must learn to master his abilities, confront his inner demons, and decide what kind of man he wants to become. In a battle against fate itself, the lost can become legends. The question is—will Arin rise, or be consumed by the tides of time?

Fate, by its very definition, suggests that our lives are not under our control, but under the control of those recognised as Divine. It is our faith, our belief in something intangible, that takes away our freedom and the control of our own fate. If there was anything Tehran took to heart from the Order of Crows' teachings, it was that fate is man-made. Each choice you make, each action you take, changes the shape of the world around you. Behind every action is a purpose, it matters not if that purpose is selfless or self-centered. Men steal to feed their families. Soldiers dress up in armor to protect their home. Nobles claim taxes and gorge themselves on the luxuries of life. Kings and queens sit on their thrones like gods, killing thousands with but simple words as a means to extend and solidify their power. Though no matter how high or low a person sits, how ornate or chast a person's clothing, they all succumb to death. Change had once arrived on the continent of Angrath in the form of magic, but was that the end of it? Something is stirring beneath shadows of its people, strings are being pulled and plucked, driving and changing the so-called fate of all that live here. The balance of power on Torenth has been disrupted and many are fighting to gain their own piece of it. Now, how will our little Tehran play his part?

What if love could survive centuries? Mira has always dismissed love as fleeting, until fate drags her across time, forcing her to relive lives filled with passion, loss, and sacrifice alongside Kaien — the man whose soul is bound to hers. From prehistoric cliffs to Renaissance seas, from medieval villages to the chaos of war, they are torn apart again and again. Through every era, every heartbreak, and every memory, they learn the true meaning of love, courage, and family. And in the Present Era, after centuries of trials, they finally have a chance to live the life they were always meant to share. An Eternal Thread is a sweeping historical fantasy of romance, fate, and the timeless power of memory.

Amnesiac composer Silas awakens in a shattered multiverse where music bends reality. Hunted by a tyrant harvesting souls, he discovers his past sins birthed this chaos. With Lyra—a violinist whose melodies reset time—he battles eldritch horrors feeding on tragedy. But every power use erodes his memories, and salvation demands forgetting her.

For eighteen years, Liv Barath has lived in the shadow of the Oscars Estate, her true identity buried beneath the silk and sparkle of aristocratic deception. Groomed from birth to serve the heir, Lady Nova Oscars, Liv has never celebrated her own birthday—because it’s not hers to claim. Today, both young women turn eighteen, but while Nova prepares to dazzle Remo Desto Kingdom in a grand banquet designed to charm Prince Ethan Lesmond, Liv watches from the servant quarters, forgotten but not broken. As nobles flood the estate and secrets threaten to spill beneath polished silver trays, Liv begins to question whether silence is safety—or submission. With legacy on the line and hearts at stake, the banquet becomes more than a match-making event. It becomes a reckoning. Will Prince Ethan be swayed by Nova’s allure, or will a hidden truth reframe the entire evening? One crown. Two lives. And a single night that could unravel everything.

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!