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In a lifeless, desolate region where the sun never fully rises, a solitary figure tends a humble farm. To the world, he is a simple man clad in black cloth, a farmer whose presence is imperceptible, whose aura cannot be sensed, and whose power remains unknowable. Yet legends whisper of crops that exist only in myth, capable of granting unimaginable cultivation potential, yet unreachable by mortal hands. He is Khaldrin, the Lord of the Evening, an entity whose spirit, soul, and body are perfectly synchronized, immune to all laws, gods, and mortals alike. His scythe wields reality itself, his black flames burn sin eternally, and his very existence bends life, death, and time to his will. No mastery, no law, no force can challenge him. For millions of years, he has lived in solitude, unnoticed by the world. But when a lost Sword Saint wanders into this cursed land, curiosity draws him to the farmer. He offers homage, food, and wine, yet all his senses fail to comprehend the man before him. The crops, the silence, the eternal black flames, and the aura of absolute authority remain a mystery. In a world where chaos, law, and cultivation define power, Khaldrin is beyond all understanding—a being who walks unnoticed, yet holds dominion over existence itself. The legend of the Lord of the Evening is whispered, feared, and revered…even as he quietly tills the soil, unseen, unstoppable, eternal. --- If you want, I can also write a shorter, punchy version for Webnovel or novel listing, to attract readers instantly. Do you want me to do that?

A família de Mors é atacada enquanto ele estranhamente adormeceu, com a sua filha desaparecida e a sua mulher morta, a jornada para salvar a sua filha está prestes a começar.

An office lady somehow got reincarnated into the game she was working on as the villainess who was destined to die miserably in the End. Oh what should I do!?, runaway or- huh why is the heroine keep looking at me like that? *Breaks end*

Alex a rich guy that got his money from inheritance with no family but a lot of money but that did not matter at the end of the world his mansion raided for supplies and he taken as a slave he has seen and heard many horrendous things finally five years of being a slave he got his chance opened the gate of and let in zombies killing hundreds of survivors and slaves seeing all the death he didn’t feel anything he was already dead soon he was devoured by zombies and ripped apart

The one thing I was always taught from a young age after my diagnosis, was to always put up a good front. Such a good front that no one would even suspect you of a being emotionless void, but that's life. Wearing a mask to conceal what's meant to stay a secret, but somethings have away of coming out into the light. ________________________________________________ "Did I disappoint you? I told you not to get your hope up" I tell him as smile turns blank. "What is so wrong with you that the people by you side, the people trying to help you, you just keep pushing away. I'm trying my best, what do you want me to do?" He ask me, "I wanted you to leave me alone, I wanted to be normal. But I can't feel, so know I want to be with my grandmother and...........I CAN'T EVEN HAVE THAT!!!!!" I scream at him as he tries to get me to calm down. "I want to make you want to live? Please, just let me?" He begs as I force a laugh at his sad attempt at a joke. "If I can't make you want to live in one year, I'll leave you alone.............forever" he says as he offers his hand out to me and I think about as my hand meets his, "Deal."

Após muitos anos a viver no inferno, a sua tasca é assaltada enquanto ele está fora, é nesse momento que parte em busca do culpado, e um monte de mistérios acerca do inferno aparecem.

O governo está sobre a ameaça de um ataque ao planeta terra, com medo de tal acontecimento decidem criar artificialmente um ser humano com os genes de um herói do passado, mas as coisas não correm como esperavam.

Those are some simple short stories of mine. Have a good read. :D This is a pamphlet so treat it as you should.

The sleepy island of Mawbrook has many a case of missing people. Sloane Aldrich, recently fired journalist, thinks this might be the case to crack in order to stick it to her higher ups. However, the answers Mawbrook is willing to provide may hold a deeper horror. One that is only all too happy to sink its teeth into her.

Diary Entry of Mors edit*(was supposed to be) [16 Jan 2025 - 3 May 2026]