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When you were a kid, you lived with your grandmother in the small town of Silvertree, on the edge of a magical forest. Grandma is a witch, and she taught you how to use your magic to affect the natural world, too. “Magic is a part of you,” she always told you. “Learning how to use it means figuring out who you are.” Now you’re 19 and on your own. After years of living in the forest while you perfected your witchcraft, you’ve returned to take care of your grandmother’s house and crow-familiar while she’s gone. Figuring out who you are feels more important than ever - not to mention, figuring out what Silvertree is. A lot is just as you remembered: the friendly generous next-door neighbors with a kid just your age, the proud town council, the quaint little shops with quirky punny names, the gentle shadowy forest full of magic.

[Congratulations! You have been selected as the project manager for the Hell Restoration Project! The skills and morals you displayed during your mortal life on Earth have made you the perfect candidate to restore balance to Hell!] *** A successful businessman, philanthropist, volunteer, and human rights champion. And he boasted about being a good, thougtful, and caring man, so when he finally died of old age, he naturally thought that he would go to Paradise. Imagine his surprise when he was instead sent to Hell. Not only that, his punishment seemed to be to continue working. Since there was nothing other to do than serve his sentence, Micah got to work. Accompanied by a floating eyeball, he began restoring balance to Hell. His way. [First Task: Help Pride, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, get back on his feet!]

"This is the only way to save you." The deadly disease infects many adolescents around the world. They only have ten years to live. Arthur became one of the many teenagers infected with the disease. He began to feel seizures and had difficulty speaking to moving. Both parents took Arthur to be treated with a particular method, brain nerve recovery with a full dive treatment method. The patient will dive into an artificial world to train sensory and motor skills. Scientists call it The Adamas Project. This is the only way that can cure patients quickly. The patient will live in a new world in a medieval setting to form a strong mind. This is how scientists train new capabilities of a 'damaged' brain. But the big risk comes. Patients who die in the artificial world will die in the real world. Arthur accepted the risk for his recovery. But will he be able to complete his treatment in the artificial world?

"Hey, have you ever heard of the lunatic roaming around the tower?" "Are you kidding me? Who haven't heard of him yet!?" "Hey hey, are you talking about... that person?" Interesting news travels even faster than light, especially regarding the mysterious figure that everyone in the Ethereal Tower is curious about, the lunatic ascender whom thoughts and deeds are so off-place that even the greatest among them just couldn't grasp his intent, almost as if he is ascending a completely different tower than them. While everyone in the tower talks about the lunatic who lurks on each tower's floor more than he is supposed to, the person they are talking about just goes on his merry way to collecting treasures he wants, and while the world is talking about him. "Come on, give me some luck, maybe roll the hundred times multiplier again..." He's sitting while rubbing his palm together, gambling on something that will make everyone faint.

Auri doesn’t care about repairing old books that no one bothers to read anymore. What he wants is to finish the game he’s been working on since forever. But after a fire nearly kills him, and then he wakes up in a fantasy world with a strange system that perceives the world as a grand library, he realizes that learning book restoration is a priority if he wants to ensure his survival. As he navigates the world of Arkanis, Auri finds himself entangled with dangerously captivating men who bear striking resemblance to the characters of his unfinished game. There’s Darius, the untrusting wanderer; Kaleo, the flirty inquisitor; Clyde, the bloodthirsty mage; Wrye, the indomitable underground fighter; Heirax, the stoic archivist; and Jiang Yijun, the cunning diplomat from the east. But among these men, the one with missing pages to his story holds the strongest claim to his heart. But in a world where history is being tampered by unforeseen forces, love is a dangerous gamble. It could overwrite the past, but at the risk of losing oneself. Yet, if Auri restores the pages of a deleted past, the world may fall apart beyond repair. Will there ever be room for love to flourish, or is it a doomed path from the very beginning? — * — * — This is a BL Otome-inspired story with 1 MC and 6 MLs: - MC X Grumpy ML (Darius) - MC X Flirty ML (Kaleo) - MC X Psycho ML (Clyde) - MC X Protective ML (Wrye) - MC X Intelligent ML (Heirax) - MC X Scheming ML (Yijun) Every ML can be a potential end-game ML and shares different dynamic with MC. If this type of story interests you, then do give BRS a try! :)

"Lord, save the scavenger, for he is fragile of body and mind..." May the call of the game, the unending test of humanity by our god, ring echoes through your hearts, for the truth of your mind and body will eventually be consumed by that same façade. The eternal underdog, slothfully disposed for millennia, shall never know the glory given to mankind. "It's about time your heart was clued in... on the contract attached to the fate you face." /// Amson Grinner will never escape from himself-- at least, not before breaking both body and mind. Every day is the same cycle, listening to his thoughts and restraining his true self behind the faces imposed upon him, the faces brought about by other's expectations of him. Hardened, selfish and guiltless... that is the truth he understands lies behind that mirror, but when presented with it, he cowers-- such a strong body yet fragile will. The nickname "Goliath", pushed deep into his past by his protective mind, will soon catch up to him, but will he face himself or be crushed by the weight of his sins? His one, true fear is losing the company of his only two friends, for if he was without them, he'd likely lose grasp of himself, reverting to these demons of his past. /// "May this game, this gift from god, bring stability to the strife of each player's existence and grant them the freedom to kill or cull to their heart's content, lest they become consumed by that same, blinding freedom."

Upon seeing both her parents hanged in their room her world turned over! They all wanted to convince her that it was suicide but she wasn't ready to believe it, was it even the truth? Her mother always hated being a royal but could it have been that death was her choice? She tries to investigate it herself but the further she digs the further her life turns into hell! ...if she seeks any further would she be able to survive?? Would she be able to uncover all the hidden secrets? Would she bear all the consequences and prove them all wrong?? This is a work of fiction neither the organizations, characters nor incidents are real.

Tabitha is given the responsibility to use time travelling magic in order to complete her listed missions and generally prevent the destruction of the Sacred Tree that supplements the Empire's growth. [Fusion Fiction]

Penelope Marks is a young, teenage girl living under the wrath of her step-mother, Mary. Bound by chores and work, she had no social life. The only things to keep her going were her books, art and fantasies. Being close to her eighteenth birthday, she had one goal: finish high school and get out of that house. With no Prince Charming to rescue her, she had no choice but to work hard to save herself. That was, until Derek Filmore came into the picture. A boy born to wealth and heir to his family's estate, one day Derek took notice of Penelope. Having no clue that he was lurking in the shadows watching her, Penelope continued to work towards her goal of getting out of that house. Then, on that one fateful day, it happened... Suddenly finding herself free from Mary, Penelope now comes face to face with the real world. As she works through overcoming her traumas, she finds that life is not as easy as she thought it would be on the other side. Can Penelope get used to the life of being fostered by the richest family in town? Or will her life fall into shambles before it even has the chance to begin?

Regia looked around the large room. It was a huge paradox of what she was used to. It had a large vanity embroidered with silver and marble and a grand styled decor. She moved closer to the large bed in the centre of the room. Its sheets had been rolled back invitingly and it was an invite that she couldn't resist. She crawled on the bed and laid on its soft sheets, adoring its feeling against her skin. She didn't know when or how she fell asleep afterwards. A hand slowly tapped her and she fluttered her eyes open. The duke of Albania stood observing her,his hands pulled to his back. She sat up with a start and quickly got of the bed. She didn't need a soothsayer to tell her he was the man she had been waiting for. She curtsied with as much grace as she owned and greeted him. "Good afternoon sire". He frowned at her which made her breath hitch. " Good afternoon?, girl it is evening already",he remarked quite harshly. Her eyes widened and she turned to look out the window. She didn't know she had slept that long. The room was lit by an array of gorgeous lantern in the wall. She bowed slightly,tendering her apology. He let out a low scoff before asking, "Is this what you want to wear to sleep?", he asked causing her to look at her gown. She was still wearing the gown she wore after the change. She had been waiting for him so that they could go and eat together but it seemed like he wasn't interested in food at the moment. She watched him head to her bed to sit. He sat and frowned again seeing her stand in the same position. " Well,won't you change to your night gown",he said breaking into her thought. She quickly regained her composure, bowed tendering her apology, and dashed to her observatory veiled with long decorated satin curtains. She saw her night shift already folded and carefully placed on a table beside her bathtub. She quickly slipped out of the heavy clothe she was laden with and wore the white,transparent gown reserved for her. She swallowed as she observed herself in the standing mirror placed in the observatory. The clothe clung to her in all the right places and it perfectly matched her skin. She knew that whoever placed it there had an eye for beauty. She held her breath as she tried to get her thoughts composed. She muttered encouraging words to herself as she sought to return to the Duke. She had already kept him waiting for far too long. She walked in careful strides as she pulled back the curtain and walked towards the bed. The Duke was lying down on the bed now, facing the ceiling. She stopped a few inches afar and called out. "Sire, I am now changed". She waited for a response for a few seconds and on not getting any repeated her statement. He still didn't respond causing her to furrow her brows. She wondered if he fell asleep in his wait. She walked over to him and tapped him gently. He still didn't make a move and his eyes were closed. She trailed his hands to under the sheets. He was unusually quiet and she wasn't even sure she could hear him breathe. She put her hand under the sheets and drew out his hands. What she saw next caused her to shriek in fear. She saw that his hands was covered in his own blood. She pulled the sheets down completely and saw that he had been stabbed by a knife,laying in a pool of his own blood. She fell back in fear,feeling a sinking feeling rise in her chest as her breathing became uneven in panic. She wanted to ran out to call for help but her body refuses to move,reminding her if the implication of her action if she did so. She had nowhere to run or who to talk to that would believe her. She shook her head vehemently,running her hands roughly through her hair. She steeled herself with a new resolution, reminding herself that crying or panic would solve nothing. She stood up and quickly calculated her next line of action. She decided to leave the building and the town as a whole,knowing that her very life was on the line.