Awespec

Everyone wants a second chance until they're trapped in an impossible loop. Grey wasn't one to lust after redos. He lived life with his heart on his sleeve and a pep in his step, but the universe had other plans for him, plans that started with a knife in the gut and a survival game show warring alien races used to take the edge off. The good news was that his new Spirit, Prometheus, didn't ask him whether he wanted a redo or not before it yanked his soul back in time and whiplashed it with the worst case of déjà vu he had ever experienced. The bad news was that the producers of this stupid survival game show had for some reason chosen to target him. The robot arms meant to fit his Nexis Suit glitched, and now he couldn't communicate with their damned system. To make matters worse, they were painting him out to be some streaking, perverted madman all because the viewers found it hilarious. No system. No stats. No rewards. He was stuck in this hellscape with the strength of a human and no way to improve. All he could do was die. And die again. And then die again. He'd be damned if he didn't piss on every one of their graves. [Warning. Obscene gesture detected] [This is your first warning. If there is a second—] "FUCK YOU!" [Prometheus Initializing...] ======================== https://discord.gg/8zTAU5YXFq instagram: @awespec_

The people of Earth have been summoned once again. Scientists document six extinction events in Earth's history, but none of them were as natural as they claimed. Sylas and his family have been called back to the Browns, a family of billionaire elites with assets reaching into the trillions. He isn't sure what to expect until he touches a floating bronze cube that changes his life. [Bronze City Stele] [Status: Dormant] [Time to Activation: 04:13:38] Unfortunately, there's only one Stele and the Browns have already decided upon their candidates. If Sylas wants to control his own fate, he'll have to enter the Trial. Now, woefully unprepared, and stuck in a world filled with the extinct creatures of Earth, he'll have to carve out his own opportunity... whether the Browns like it or not. ======================== https://discord.gg/hfsxubXx2T instagram: @awespec_

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night. ======= https://discord.gg/hfsxubXx2T

A fourth chance at life. The last chance. One would think that Rebirth came with a get out of jail free card, but not when you weren't the only one. Thrust into a world with other Rebirthers hidden in plain sight, the reset button wasn't as convenient for Zarek to use. Worst yet, this comedic system attached to his hip didn't seem as friendly as its banter suggested. Almost like a lurking demon breathing over his shoulder, it steered things from the shadows, pulling on his life in ways even his sensitivity to twists in time couldn't allow him to account for. Even so, Zarek pushed forward. With his third Rebirth Talent used up, his Talent Slots were empty and his other stats had regressed as time ebbed away at who he was little by little... But he had a plan. Somehow, he had to keep it hidden from the other Rebirthers, taking paths they would never expect, and adjusting when their Rebirths interfered with his own. This time, though... on his final shot... he would definitely succeed. For the sake of finding out the truth behind this antagonistic system... For the sake of protecting the girl that had given up everything to remain by his side... For the sake of himself.

A Sky God’s Spiritual Foundation. It was the greatest natural treasure in all of existence, but the sacrifices one must make to gain the approval of such an entity was unimaginable. Ryu is a genius amongst geniuses. He was born with the four Grand Ancestral Bloodlines. The Lightning Qilin. The Fire Dragon. The Ice Phoenix. The Fire Phoenix… He was blessed with an Ancestral Grade Bone Structure and Ancestral Grade Meridians. The Ice Jade Crystal Bones. The Chaotic Silk Meridians… He was bestowed the First Ranked Heavenly Pupils. The Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils… However, none of it mattered. Born with a False Spiritual Foundation, it seemed that all of his talent would go to waste. Unless… Unless he was willing to grasp his Fate in his own hands. ==== **This novel once went by another name 'Rise. Rising. Risen.' So, the wiki is still under this name https://rise-rising-risen.fandom.com/wiki/Ryu_Tatsuya

The Third Dimension is collapsing. The Fourth Dimension is descending. First it seemed that only technology would evolve, but who knew the world itself could too? It wasn’t as simple as climate change or tectonic movement. No, the fundamental laws of physics that governed everything were changing. Leonel was fairly lucky. His family was decently well off, his father loved him enough to brew vomit inducing nutrient rich smoothies every morning, and this was both the day of the National Championship and his 521st confession to his dream girl, Aina. As his father always said, nothing was more important than respect and persistence. Unfortunately, everything changed that night. At the after party of ages, the world reached a saturation point and an apocalypse descended. Abilities awakened. Sub-Dimensional Zones opened. Invalids rampaged through the Earth like a virus... Those who could evolve would have a slim chance for survival. Those who couldn’t would die. This novel will be a unique spin on the dungeon/system genre. Dungeons won't be dungeons and the system won't be a system... Take a look to find out what I mean :) -------- For Updates - @Awespec on twitter or https://discord.gg/awespec for discord https://www.instagram.com/awespec_/ https://dimensional-descent.fandom.com/wiki/Aina_Brazinger

Earth has undergone an odd change. Expanding by millions of times its original size, its population was suddenly split into two halves. On one side, there was a group of technologically advanced humans. But, on the other, a world of cultivation had grown and pospered. The secrets that led to this change have been hidden in the darkness for too long... Until there came a day where a boy born on the Mortal side of the world was found to have the talent to enter the Martial side. Having lost both of his parents to a hidden tide, he chose to leave all that he had known behind and enter this land of danger. What truths would he unveil? What would he learn about what separated the Mortals from the Cultivators? What hidden evils wanted to ensure that his people never rose up and gained power? And how would those evils... deal with him? ---- This list of things I hate is quite long. The first is that I hate to be tested the most. The second is that I hate to be tested the most. The third also happens to be that I hate to be tested the most. The ocean's depths are too shallow, the sun's light too dim, the ground too mundane and the skies too small. For those born of this colorless world to deem themselves worthy of casting judgement on me... I can only say that it's laughable. I am the Nameless Immortal God because even the Heavens themselves are unworthy to name me. Even while I am unaware of my own identity, I will dry the oceans until cracked land is all that is left, I will cast the sun into endless darkness, I will shatter the ground with my feet and sunder the skies with my blade. Am I too arrogant? What right do you have to think that? --- https://discord.gg/awespec