rukia and renji

You know what's worse than being dead? Being half-dead. With a stiff back. No coffee. A Minecraft sheep as my emotional support animal. And a tattoo that vibrates every time I screw up — which is... often. I’m Renji Kurogane. Once a cop. Then an archaeologist. Now? Just a guy with a cosmic parasite squatting in his soul, offering universal Wi-Fi and occasional sarcasm. It all started with a cursed envelope. No sender. No return address. Just a notebook that hissed at me and a single word — Senku. One word too many. Since then? Reality’s been unraveling like a drunk god’s sweater. Timelines are glitching. Doors are opening. And somehow, I’m still the one holding the detonator. I’m not a chosen one. There’s no prophecy. No divine calling. I’m a walking bug in the system. A corrupted save file the multiverse keeps trying to delete. I’m searching for 23 fragments — ancient, cursed, possibly sentient gems that lock away something so broken, Time itself blocked it on all platforms. My mentor? A forgotten god with the ego of a cursed influencer. My spiritual guide? A sheep. A literal sheep. And yes — she judges me with every pixelated blink. This isn’t a hero’s journey. It’s not even a comeback story. It’s an existential black comedy wrapped in cosmic horror, buried under unreliable memories, and gift-wrapped by fate with duct tape and bad decisions. The universe doesn’t want to be saved. It just wants to laugh — front-row — while I fall apart. So yeah. If Deadpool, Rick Sanchez, and John Constantine had a deeply troubled child, handed him a cursed relic and a one-way ticket to Hell… You’d get me. Welcome to my story. But be careful. The Eye already noticed you. Author’s Note This story is 100% original and entirely written, directed, and emotionally overcaffeinated by me. Yes, I use tools for grammar polish and creative fine-tuning — because I like my commas functional and my metaphors mildly unhinged. But every plot twist, every relic, every scream into the void… Is handcrafted with existential dread, narrative obsession, and the kind of insomnia that makes ancient gods nervous. No AI chapters. No plagiarism. No copy-paste translations. Just me, my chaos, and a story that probably shouldn’t exist. But here we are.

La historia gira en torno a Ariana y Katyana donde ambas luego de años de estudios cumplen uno de sus sueños, pero en dicho giro del destino cada una conoce a alguien especial; Ariana conoce a Renji quien admira y quiere mucho y Katyana a Cesarc, donde estas grandes estrellas les demuestran que la vida no sólo es seguir una ruta y que el amor tiene muchos seguidores.

The story revolves around Ariana and Katyana where both of them, after years of studies, fulfill one of their dreams, but in that twist of fate each one knows someone special; Ariana meets Renji who admires and loves her very much and Katyana meets Cesarc, where these great stars show them that life is not just about following a path and that love has many followers.

They erased the files. Buried the evidence. But forgot one thing: I’m still alive. Name’s Renji Kurogane. I used to be a detective. Then I got fired for writing a report so “disturbing” it triggered three resignations and a nervous breakdown. Now I’m bleeding out in the ruins of a temple no GPS recognizes, holding two cursed relics that hum when they’re hungry. The other three? In enemy hands. Of course. Apparently, these relics are keys. To a door. A big one. A door that absolutely should not be opened unless you're into pandemics caused by ideas. I have one job: Hide the truth so well, even I can’t find it again. Too bad I’m already remembering things I never learned. Too bad my dreams have subtitles now. Too bad the truth... might be alive. A cursed mystery. A forgotten academy. And a guy trying to outrun the history he helped erase. This isn't a hero's journey. It's a cover-up with body counts, relics that whisper, and a protagonist who drinks more caffeine than water. Welcome to the story time tried to burn. Too bad time has memory issues. Author’s Note: This story is 100% original and fully written and directed by me, the author. Yes, I use grammar tools and creative support when needed—because I like my commas functional and my metaphors coherent. But every piece of the plot, the characters, the structure, and the tone is handcrafted with existential dread, narrative obsession, and just enough caffeine to hear relics whisper. No AI-generated chapters. No plagiarism. No machine-translated filler. Just imagination, mythology, memory loss… and me, trying to outwrite madness one page at a time.

Meet Yaruko who everyone thinks has a mental illness--schizophrenia. She was sure that the voices she hears is from a real person. Or is it?

Unravel the fabric of reality with Jikirukuto, where a boy's wish-warping power ripples through dimensions, entangling Yuki, Kitsune, and Taiyo in a Schrodinger's cat of existence. In Isekai, they're heroic pawns in a cosmic game, battling tenebrous entities and navigating a landscape sculpted by a mad scientist's contraption. Yet, the mundane present-day beckons, rife with personal struggles and romantic entanglements. But prepare for a Heisenbergian uncertainty principle of narrative, where reality's parameters shift with every heartbeat. Temporal anomalies blur the lines between past, present, and future. Doppelgängers waltz with the original, their identities collapsing like entangled particles. And amidst the chaos, a chilling truth emerges, whispering of a malevolent force manipulating the very fabric of existence. Jikirukuto is a genre-defying maelstrom, where LitRPG mechanics dance with psychological horror, slice-of-life vignettes bleed into Lovecraftian nightmares, and ecchi humor collides with existential dread. Can they untangle the Gordian knot of their entwined fates before reality succumbs to the singularity, swallowed by the event horizon of narrative collapse? Jikirukuto: Embrace the scientific sublime, where logic is a fractal and sanity a fleeting illusion. This revised synopsis injects a heavy dose of scientific jargon and concepts, emphasizing the mind-bending twists and the underlying chaos theory themes. It also retains the character dynamics and genre blend while hinting at the existential threat lurking beneath the surface.

Erica, a girl who had lost all hope in her world, stepped into the darkness with the intention of ending her life. But in that moment, a strange portal opened and dragged her in. When she awoke, she was no longer Erica—she had become a boy named Haruki, stranded in a world of magic, demons, and endless wars. In this world, Haruki encounters Yoruto, a cold face guy, his new sensei. Alongside new allies—Sayoko, the strict sword instructor; Kyosuke, Furuha and Misora the Young Hero; Sumiya, the genius inventor; and Taro, the medicine inventors—they are drawn into the conflict against the Demon King. But Haruki carries a secret no one else knows: within him resides the soul of a demon named Taichi, who protects him from being consumed by a darker force.

Esta es la historia de Shein Kuruk un chico de 10 años que fue vendido por su madre a las 7 espadas del caos, gracias al rey arthur y su espadachín personal saya ahora el vive una vida tranquila cuidando y protegiendo a la familia real pero... cuánto tiempo falta para le ataque de la primera espada?

Emma tinggal di rumah bibinya, orang tuanya meninggal dalam kecelakaan tragis. Sepupunya yang bernama Isabelle merebut kekasihnya, dan dirinya juga hampir dijual bibinya. Dalam keadaan putus asa Emma kembali kerumah orang tuanya yang telah terjual dan rumah itu kosong karena tidak ditempati. Disana ia bertemu dengan Klark si vampir buruk rupa. Klark menyukai Emma, dan dia berubah menjadi manusia yang tampan

This is the Part 2 of Jikirukuto