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Fate, a gatekeeper who had been working for the castle, is beset by a few burdens. It is the constant hunger attacks triggered by a skill he had obtained upon birth. A useless skill, it only serves to make him hungrier; however, unbeknownst to him, it has a concealed ability. On one day, having killed a thief sneaking into the castle, he finally noticed its true power. A skill that feeds upon the very soul of the subjects he kills, taking away all their powers. And thus, finally, his constant hunger had been satiated for the first time. With just that, the man who has been treated like a pile of trash slowly started raising his head. Having exceeded the concept of levels, he strikes fear with his terror-like strength, earning him the nickname… *This is not my novel. I'm just copy pasting for my comfort. If author want he can comment and I will delete the novel.*

Ten years ago, John and his parents were transported into a game world. This young man, full of ambition to conquer the world, unfortunately awakened the weakest class—Furniture Maker. But what troubled John most wasn’t his class. Like most transmigrators, he had a system. The only problem was— This system kept granting him strange and absurd skills. [Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve acquired a concept-level skill: Absolute Diarrhea Technique. Your basic attacks will cause opponents to suffer explosive diarrhea until complete exhaustion. Any creature without an anus is unworthy of being your enemy!] [Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve acquired a concept-level skill: Mummification Wrapping Technique. Bandages crafted by you can heal all things!] [Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve acquired a concept-level skill: You may steal and copy the abilities of anyone named John!] [Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve acquired a bonus concept-level skill: You may forcibly rename anyone to John!] … Years later, in the Divine Realm, a lone figure stood tall above the heavens. As the sacred hymns echoed, he raised a finger— And all the gods clenched their anuses in fear.

Ayanwale, a reluctant scion of a legendary Yoruba drummer lineage, has always rejected the ancestral rhythms that pulse through his blood. Haunted by the shadow of his uncle Baba Oro—whose greed for the forbidden Ninth Rhythm led to his downfall—Ayanwale lives a quiet life, disconnected from his heritage. But when a mysterious ancient book surfaces and a haunting dream pulls him toward a sacred, lost artifact known as the Royalty Drum, everything changes. Drawn into a secret world where music holds cosmic power and ancestral laws govern reality, Ayanwale must awaken the rhythms within himself to protect the legacy of his bloodline. Along the way, he confronts malevolent spirits, unearths family betrayals, and navigates a spiritual war between creation and destruction. In The Royalty Drum, Yoruba mythology comes alive through vivid, rhythm-infused storytelling that explores the weight of heritage, the power of sound, and the courage it takes to face the past—and drum a new future.

In a world changed by an unfathomable event, a boy dies—only to awaken in a surreal new realm untouched by the rules of the universe as we know them, where a myriad of voices gnaw at his sanity. As he searches for answers and survivors—including his younger sister—he learns this new realm is not just strange, but deeply psychological. Memories, thoughts, and fears manifest as monsters, and survival demands mastery over one’s own mind. Yet, the boy is not ordinary—he remained aware during the transition between worlds, bearing a Control Fragment that grants him unnatural clarity. But clarity is not safety. As he journeys deeper into the mysterious dimension, hunted by horrors and burdened by a trauma he cannot outrun, he must confront the terrifying truth: what if the monsters aren't the only danger?

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"You are freak" "I'm ashamed to have given birth to you" "You should just die, you are just worthless" A petite little girl pondered "Why are these beings called humans, acting so stupid, just because I don't share their weakness called emotions, they shun me for it, Well, grandma said to put a bright smile to get together with society and they will love me for it But, why do I have to earn their love and affection? or respect or anything from them? I don't feel they need to do it and what do I gain from it?" as her inner thoughts spiraled against the societal norms at young age of five she soon found emotions within herself, but they arose unexpectedly in particular circumstance and it's not happiness that arose within herself, It's Boundless rage that would consume her if left unchecked, It disgusted her to the core when she for the first time in her life watched injustice occur before her very own eyes and Ironically it was done to her grandparents by her own parents Her emotionless heart twisted as she felt indescribable pain, When she saw her grandmother's detached head placed in front of her with her grandfather head besides, She looked with heartbreaking pain at their faces and remembered how they showered her with unconditional love, even when she didn't express her thankfulness, even when she was different the others, They were kind and warm and recalling those fond memories She broke, her sanity spiraled out of her grasp, madness consumed her and let it out by massacring her whole family, till the pain in her heart sated by a little, and she had a nothing in her left and waited for her death But before that, as her life met with an unforeseen event that changed her life, As she was created anew and born in a cultivation world with system assisting her, here she became something she doesn't recognize but loved, that is her becoming Demon Unbiased Justice is what she can be described She Judge, She Executes, She Torture, she finds bliss in it, in bloodcurdling screams of the sinned she finds satisfaction within her emotionless heart, As she always Remained Unbiased throughout her Cultivation Journey, she was sicked by the way cultivators wielded their strength to do whatever they pleased and lived as gods Here She prepared to Go against gods to exact her cruel Justice, which is harsher than Heaven's wrath itself and as she earns herself the moniker 'Venerable Truth Seeking Demoness' throughout her journey Which when heard, sinned will kill themselves to avoid the fate of falling into her hands The Cover Image is not owned by me, If you want me to take it down or include credit just tell me This Novel is not for those 17 under, It contains gore and other elements

Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Rayleigh Diovr is a 13-year-old boy who lives with his mom Robin Diovr. One day Rayleigh was late to class, and when he finally snuck into his seat a classmate told the teacher that Rayleigh was late. Being angry at his classmate Rayleigh wished her to disappear, and to his surprise she does. when he asks his friends about the classmate, none of them know who he is taking about.

"He never remembered the dream fully. Just fragments. His mother’s humming. His father’s voice saying, ‘Keep your concept pure, Neo…’” They say if your concept’s too strong, it burns you alive from the inside out.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.