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=== WSA 2025 === Way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals. And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army. Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too. My Talent's Name Was Generator. Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like. So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me? Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back. I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls. Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D

=== WSA 2025 === Lange, lange und sehr lange bevor ich überhaupt geboren wurde, wurde meine Welt überfallen. Eigentlich nicht nur meine Welt, mein gesamtes verdammtes Universum wurde von einem anderen überrannt, angeführt von einer einzigen Rasse, die sich selbst die Ewigen nannten. Und sie waren vorbereitet. Sehr gut vorbereitet. Jedes Leben, das wir im Krieg gegen sie verloren, wurde von ihnen genutzt. Sie töteten die Menschen nicht nur, sie fingen ihre Seelen ein, schmiedeten sie zu Phantomen und nutzten die Seelen, um Bestien in Abscheulichkeiten zu verwandeln. Unsere Toten wurden zu ihrer Armee. Dreihundert Jahre später wurde ich geboren. Ein Typ mit viel zu viel Energie. Stillsitzen? Unmöglich. Es langsam angehen? Nicht möglich. Ich war immer in Bewegung, immer bereit, in Aktion zu treten. Dann erwachte ich und bekam auch ein Talent. Mein Talent hieß Generator. Deswegen ging mir nie die Energie aus. Niemals. Meine Muskeln? Aufgeladen. Meine Heilung? Schneller. Meine Ausdauer? Bitte, ich hatte keine Ahnung, wie sich Müdigkeit überhaupt anfühlte. Wenn das Universum also einen endlosen Krieg auf mich werfen wollte? Fein. Ich würde alles, was ich hatte, zurückwerfen. Ich wurde nicht als Held geboren. Wollte nie einer sein. Aber dieser Krieg? Es war nicht mehr nur der Kampf meines Universums. Es war meiner. Die Ewigen stellten das sicher, als sie die Seelen meiner Eltern nahmen.

To break the gods, he must become worse than them. Raen Valor was once a nameless orphan, a shadow in the alleys of a dying empire. Now, reborn by the will of a forgotten Demon God, he walks a path of blood, betrayal, and stolen power. In a world where true power lies in Names—the sacred truths that define reality—Raen becomes a Thronedead, a forbidden being who devours the Names of gods, rewriting the laws of existence itself. But every name taken eats away at his soul. Every god slain brings him closer to madness, and the throne he seeks to destroy whispers temptations of its own. Alongside Lyra, a girl bound by forbidden magic and a haunting past, Raen ventures into cursed lands, unearths buried truths, and confronts horrors born from divine lies. Together, they will challenge the very foundation of the world. But can a man who devours identity remember who he truly is? Brutal. Philosophical. Unforgettable. Thronebreaker: The One Who Devours Names is a dark fantasy epic that weaves psychological depth, unique worldbuilding, and a power system unlike any you’ve seen before. ___________________________________ Join the Discord for updates, character art, announcements, and more: https://discord.gg/J9VsU5d7

The modern world of magic has moved on. Magic of old no longer allowed in the new age. Deemed too barbaric for the contemporary world, magic skills and formulae have taken the country of Idraver by storm and with their arrival, heralding in a new age of magic. Decades later, a young man named Keldon, born without the ability to use skills, begins to experience strange dreams, and with them came the return of an ancient magic. Given an impossible task, what do his newfound powers mean? Or is their return merely a signal for the beginning of the final end.

What happens when an ordinary person comes into a world full of violence and no rules? Nick is just an ordinary man who has lived a cowardly and short life. When he is on the verge of death, he stumbles upon a chance to be reborn, and in exchange he must fulfill the tasks set for him by the system. He must become a troll lord and unify the continent within a limited time. Without any rules Nick finally unleashes his inner demons. It turns out that the only thing that has been binding us is those damn rules. Nick understands that in this world, no matter what you want to get, you must rely on robbery, including women. Note: The old story has moved here.

In a world where names are the threads of fate—woven into the very fabric of existence—Elias Voss was born to unravel them. A linguistic prodigy exiled from the opulent halls of the Lexicon Empire for daring to question its tyrannical grip, Elias uncovers the Nexus Quill: an ancient stylus that rewrites the ontological ledger of reality. With a single stroke, he can rename a foe as "The Doomed," forcing their empire to crumble from within, or dub an ally "Eternal Vanguard," forging unbreakable loyalty from doubt. What begins as a whisper of vengeance—for the purge that claimed his family—ignites a shadow war across gilded citadels and whispered alleys. Elias, sharp as a scalpel and ruthless as the void, pens his rebellion: a guard becomes "The Traitor's Whisper," spilling secrets that topple a viceroy; a general is rechristened "Hollow Command," leading armies to phantom defeats. But every inscription exacts a toll—the ink seeps into his own name, eroding memories, blurring his humanity into echoes of forgotten syllables. Hunted by the Empire's etymological inquisitors, who decode his wordplay like cryptographers unraveling a god's cipher, Elias dances on the knife's edge of genius and madness. Alliances fracture under renamed betrayals, lovers become unwitting pawns in verses of deceit, and the final stroke looms: rewrite the Emperor's title, or unmake the world itself. Nexus of Names is a cerebral symphony of intrigue and power, where words are weapons, identities are illusions, and one man's lexicon could shatter thrones—or his soul. For everyone who craves a Death Note-style webnovel packed with pulse-pounding cat-and-mouse intellect, dive into this tale of an intelligent MC who rewrites fate with every calculated flourish. If you're hooked on Code Geass-inspired revenge stories that topple corrupt regimes through sheer cunning, this is your next obsession. Explore name-based superpowers in a fantasy realm where linguistics bends reality, or lose yourself in psychological intrigue as an empire falls stroke by treacherous stroke—your mind will never name it the same again.

Chioma, a young and ambitious chef, unexpectedly finds herself caught in a dangerous love triangle between two best friends — Justin and Kelvin. Her encounter with Justin stirs emotions she never anticipated, only for the bond to be shaken by conflicting desires and unspoken boundaries. Amidst the chaos of a bruised heart, Chioma’s culinary career takes an unexpected turn when she lands a job at DC Restaurant, owned by the enigmatic and powerful Kelvin. Unknown to her, Kelvin harbors his own feelings, and Chioma’s presence begins to unravel long-buried tensions between the two men. As secrets surface and loyalties are tested, Chioma is forced to navigate not just matters of the heart, but a web of power, obsession, and betrayal. In a world where love is dangerous and trust is fleeting, one woman’s courage will determine whether she claims her destiny or becomes a pawn in their deadly rivalry.

Synopsis In a world where forgotten names are whispered among the trees, a grieving brother named Elias ventures into the mysterious Forest of Forgotten Names to find his sister, Lila, who vanished without a trace five years ago. The forest is no ordinary place—its trees are alive, their leaves rustling with the stolen memories of those who have disappeared. Elias soon discovers that the forest feeds on the names of the lost, erasing their identities from the world. But when he finally finds Lila, she doesn’t recognize him—or even her own name.

Ano na lang ba gagawin mo pag na inlove ka sa tao nakilala mo online. Pero isang hamak na poser ka lang? Hindi lang isa pero dalawang beses mo pa siya naloko sa pag gamit ng iba't ibang mukha? sabay nakikipag SOC-(Sex on chat) at SOP-(Sex on Phone) ka pa? May mukha ka pa bang ihaharap??? At isang araw ay nagkataong nagkita kayong dalawa sa Isang di inaasahan pagkakataon? Ano gagawin mo? Eto ang istoryang ihahandog ng 'Troll Love'. Isang Romance Comedy SPG-18 na kakaiba na paniguradong ma inlove, maiiyak, malilibog at matatawa kayo. Kaya sanay magustohan niyo ang kwentong eto. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!! A/N: This story contains very dirty humors. Not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds. Contains disgusting humor, graphic sex scenes, adult language and situation intended for mature readers only. [✔️] Completed - 34 chapters [✖️] On Going [✖️] On Hold [✔️] SPG - (2 chapter BS) [✖️] Not SPG Genre: ROMCOM or Romance Comedy COPYRIGHT © March 2018 by Dj_elsiebrande *Any reproduction, distribution or usage of this work in whole or excerpt in any means including photocopying, recording, softcopy are forbidden without the permission from the author.

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!