shattering the silicon hell

Dreams are… a reality that only those who are capable can speak about. This was an era marked by the births of geniuses! This was an era where heroes could be found everywhere! The fierce conflict between the aristocrats and the civilians, the open and veiled battles between the Federation and the Empire, the restlessly lurking extraterrestrials… When the principles of truth were within the range of battleship cannons, when order had no place in this world… Mu Fan, with the mysterious intelligent life “Black” and his unwavering will, fiercely tore open the magnificent Great Galaxy Era!

Is there a concept of endless triumph? Unstained authority? In this realm, no one can eternally occupy the pinnacle; everyone is susceptible to defeat. Myself included. I have eagerly awaited the arrival of someone capable of challenging and disproving my chosen path. Regrettably, that individual has yet to come. … False Martial Arts Path: Enhance oneself, surpass human limitations, endure bullets with mere flesh and blood. True Martial Arts Path: Commanding the Star Magnetic Field through life force, unleashing cosmic power from the human microcosm, traversing the star-laden heavens, shattering planets.

From that day on, secret realms descended upon the world. Bizarre creatures cried out for nourishment, and strange rules lay in wait for the fortunate. These individuals were lured by supernatural abilities and treasures, entering the game for wealth and power. Yet soon, they would go mad with the roles they played, consumed by the savagery. But he was different, always relishing the thrill of fear, savoring the joy of despair. In the razor-sharp twists of fate, "Fantastic, thrilling!" he exclaimed. Then he turned around, smiling and even more expectant— Striding towards hell. [Modern mysteries, rule replicas, heartwarming healing, Sbarazzi.]

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn't help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire. Firstly, what in the world is the "Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis" spell? And don't even get me started on the "Osteoporosis" spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like "Blood Burn," "Gradual Freeze," and "Mental Chaos." Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities? Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield "Doomstorm" and "Ice Age," swordsmen boast "Sword Rain: Homecoming" and "Wind-Cutter Slash," while archers showcase "Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars" and "Storm Arrow." Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named "Cancer Cell Proliferation," "T-Virus Infection," and "Rabies Outbreak." In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, "Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!" Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, "Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don't know!" Even a boss character confesses, "Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!"

Child's Voice: "Purpose to life. Is there such a thing? Does everyone really have a purpose?" A frog snatches the dragonfly and eats. The frog hops into the water and swims. It's swimming passed fish and underwater plants. The frog passes a school of small fish and a bigger fish is then seen eating the majority. Child's Voice: "Purpose to life. What if that purpose was for only a second, would you think life is worth it?" Frog pops his head from the water and an owl snatches the frog. It takes it to a nearby tree and eats. Child's Voice: "Purpose to life. Does it always mean sacrifice? Is it positive? Does one's purpose effect another's? Has anybody's death been in vain?" The owl flies towards its nest and feeds the baby owls its regurgitation. The tree begins to shake. Momma jumps back and begin to flap while the babies helplessly are unable to fly. Child's Voice: "Purpose to life. Humans seem to be the most confused about that purpose. Some think 'tomorrow' is the purpose. Some of them work their lives away for more and better things, for themselves or their loved ones, some a deity, or… for humanity. Most animals know their purpose at birth but humans seem to make their own purpose throughout their lives. Sometimes that purpose changes, while the rest stay on the same path." A man wearing lumber jacket, boots, and jeans, watching the 15 ft tall tree crash down. Birds fly from nearby trees. As the man starts dragging the tree back home sweat dripping from his face it starts to snow lightly from the cloudless late summer sky. The man looks confused and looks around. Child's Voice: "But what would happen if humans were forced into a purpose?"

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

I lived like any ordinary person when a stranger suddenly approached me, “You are… a hero.” “No, I’m not.” “I see. You are the one we have been waiting for…” I just told you I wasn’t though. “How surprising. Were you aiming for this perhaps? As expected…” This is crazy, absolutely mad. “Praise the light!” I am about to go insane, for real! ⓒ Ro Yu Jin, Wuxiaworld, RedBird / BIFROST 2022

Never let the man you love make the ultimate sacrifice. I learned that lesson when mine took the place of a monster to save the world. My husband, James, is a 1600-year-old vampire, my soulmate, and the father of my newborn daughter. Now he’s a prisoner in the Underworld, bound to a fate worse than death. To get him back, I must make a deal with the enigmatic God of the Underworld—an alliance that demands a strategic marriage. My only path into Hell is offered by a chaotic demon I can’t possibly trust, and our true enemy wants my divine blood to seize the thrones of Heaven and Hell. The only thing worse than losing my husband to the darkness? Becoming its queen to get him back.

What happens if the one transcendent being that cares for mortals fell and got a second chance in a world full of magic, intrigue and possibly even friendships? Does the past determine the future or are we all able to pick our own destiny? An angel, one of the two nigh immortal species in existence, has been hunted and killed by his own kind because he wasn’t prepared to watch silently while his people followed their own desires to whatever end. When, against all odds, he opened his eyes again, he was someone else, his past and powers hidden deep within him. On an ancient world, with advanced magic but medieval technology, he was reborn as Cassandra Pendragon, the youngest daughter of one of the five royal families on Boseiju, the home of the fox tribe, the kitsune. As she grew up, who she was and who she had been, started shaping her future. Forgotten friends and unknown enemies began knocking at her door and while she struggled to find her way between the past and the present, the winds of war were already blowing across her home. I‘ll try to publish at least 2 chapters a week, probably more. The first story arc is pretty much mapped out. Should be around 150 or 160 chapters for the first volume (it’s taking much longer than I expected) and the second one is nearly finished as well. Try it, it should be one hell of a ride. One more thing: the first two chapters are more or less a prologue and if you want to, you can skip them, I wouldn’t recommend it, though. The writing style as well as the perspective shifts dramatically, afterwards. As for trigger warnings: it’s going to get gory from time to time, and the MC often has to pay a toll in blood. Additionally there are -mildly- sexualised scenes, once in a while, but nothing graphic. Lastly, somewhen webnovel changed the description box from female lead to female oriented. It’s mandatory and I can’t change it either way but I have no clue if the book is catering male or female preferences. I hope the description above makes up for whatever confusion it might cause.

The Demon Emperor in the universe was reborn and had returned! Enemies should kneel down in front of him! Beauties should lie down in front of him! "I am a demon. I enslave gods and immortals! If you don't succumb to me, I will make you by force!"--Ye Feng!