This is an enemies to lovers trope with a hint of comedy, fantasy and adventure. A determined girl in her last year in highschool works to achieve her goals. Her peace is quickly taken away by a boy who keeps nagging her during class and trying to talk to her. After lying down to observe a blood moon, her hands start tingling and she thinks nothing of it, assuming the weird feeling will go away. A few days later, she finds out she can travel two years in time just by entering the school's library. The girl has to figure out why she was given this power while still struggling to pass her final exams. Alongside the boy, they both go through an adventure in a dangerous realm to stop the curse of the future that was bestowed upon them. Some info about the characters: Vivien Torres (ISTJ/INTJ, Capricorn), bday-19th of January, age: 19 Sylas Jackson (ENTP, Leo), bday- 4th of August, age: 18 Grace Hughes (INFP, Pisces), bday-February 26th, age: 19 Rachel Standford (ENFP, Leo), bday- 30th of July, age: 18 Luis Torres (INFP, Libra), bday- 23rd of September, age: 21 Jude Phillipe (ISTP, Virgo), bday- 12th of September, age: 21 Leonard Lloyd (ENTJ, Scorpio), bday- 2nd of November, age: 28

You, Ace—a talented digital project manager and eco-conscious fashion entrepreneur—get unexpectedly reincarnated in a magical fantasy world… as a cat. But you’re not just any cat. You inherit a tiny workshop in the capital city, which happens to be a magical upcycling fashion studio. Your job? Turn discarded magical items, adventurer gear, and monster parts into legendary outfits, enchanted cloaks, and combat-ready boots for heroes, kings, and even dragons.

Isekaied into one of the many Eroge that she often played to 'relieve stress', Natalie is going to have to navigate a world that runs on 'fun' logic as well as power. Taking the place of the main character at a magical academy, Natalie has to make use of all her knowledge about this game world to live a comfortable life, but since it was once a game world, things never go smoothly, and it definitely isn't uneventful. Join her as she navigates a world where pleasure is sometimes more common and accepted then it should be while also having to worry about the threats to come... either from her new peers or from those outside of the Academy. ~~~ Warning: This is a futanari MC that will be both a 'giver' and a 'taker', which is where the Yuri prompt comes in. If you want pure Yuri I am sorry but it won't be that common in this novel; maybe eventually something will be introduced to spice things up in this novel, but otherwise it is a futanari book. This should be a healthy mix of smut and slice of life with the occasional action scenes to keep things fresh, and if you have read any of my other novels it should be a nice in-between of Servant System and Reincarnated As The Only Human - that means a fair amount of smut but also less 'stagnation' coming from that as I progress the story. I hope you enjoy and at least give it a chance, and I am always wanting to improve so don't hesitate to leave a comment~!

[Warning: Mature Content] On the night of a blood moon, one would advise refraining from bleeding, for the blood that touches the light of the blood moon will evoke a celestial lunar being. Who is this celestial lunar being, you ask? Well, it is, of course, a goddess. The Moon Goddess. That night, the heavens and the earth are closest to each other; so close that a mere mortal could speak to a lord of the heavens and likewise. As such, if you bleed under the crimson moon, the moon goddess will descend to the earth, barefoot. Her steps are quiet, but her presence, just as overwhelming. The night dragonflies welcome her approach, singing songs and ballads of her greatness. When she finally stops before the bleeding mortal, she wonders, "Who dares to bleed on such an auspicious occasion?" Maybe she will pity you that you are dying. So, she will ask you for your one last wish. However, it is up to her if she should grant it or simply reject it, turning you into a vengeful ghost that knows no rest for eternity to come. That is the story Haneul has heard all his life. Yet, he lay there, his last breath almost giving up on him. The moon goddess was before him now. Then he wondered, wasn't this lunar being supposed to be a goddess? Why did she sound like a man? Ah, perhaps, it was a god, after all. So, he asked for his last wish. To undo the previous sins so he would suffer less when he was reborn, to prevent karma repeat itself. Hold on...where is the part when a tree would branch out of his chest and let the color of the blossoms decide his fate? Haneul snapped open his eyes. What a strange dream it was... But, why did it feel so real? Who was that god? What is a crimson blossom? Why did he know this story that he had never heard before? Maybe.... he did. Maybe.... he's in his past life where he had sinned? Haneul wouldn't know because now, in this life... His name was Hwa Miye, the flower princess, hiding a dark secret under those luxurious garments.

In the heart of an empire where lies are masks and alliances last less than a whisper, a woman driven by vengeance infiltrates the court that destroyed her family. Cursed by a shadowy entity and wrapped in dangerous secrets, Elyria Varnholt walks a razor’s edge between seduction, conspiracy, and death. Surrounded by spies, rogue generals, and hidden orders, she must decide whom to trust—or whom to use—before the game ends and the throne is stained with even more blood.

He's dying... And never know he still has the strength to moan until Lucian Vale walks into his life. The cold, untouchable billionaire CEO with a flawless image, Rowan Donovan has six months left to live. Rowan has never desired a man. Never imagined wanting one. Never questioned who he was—until one day, he encounters a distinctively strange man, Lucian Vale. Lucian looks at him like he already knows how Rowan tastes. Lucian is sin dressed as a smile. Too bold. Too close. Too aware of the way Rowan stiffens when their bodies brush, the way his breath hitches when Lucian’s voice drops lower, slower, deliberate. Rowan tells himself it’s stress. Curiosity. A lapse in control. But his body doesn’t lie. He reacts to Lucian in ways he never has before- hard, desperate, undone. He moans for a man whose touch feels dangerous and addictive, whose hands don’t ask permission before taking what Rowan never knew he could give. What starts as secret nights meant to silence curiosity turns into something darker and deeper: need, craving, surrender. And somewhere between sweat-soaked sheets and whispered breaths, Rowan realizes the most terrifying truth of all— he doesn’t just want Lucian’s body. He wants to live. But Lucian is hiding something. Did Lucian just come to make the dying CEO moan before his death… or to decide whether he deserves to survive?

In a world governed by a hidden World-Scale System, select individuals awaken Aspect Systems tied to ancient powers. Draco Dawnbringer awakens the Draconic Ascension System, granting him access to dragon magic, evolution paths, and world-altering potential. His closest friend, Erynd Vale, awakens a rival system — not of dragons, but of Sovereignty and Control. What begins as brotherhood fractures into opposing philosophies: Draco believes power exists to protect and uplift Erynd believes power exists to rule and reshape Only one vision can survive.

[Congratulations. You have met the requirements to become a Cursed One! Your fate has been changed!] What did it mean? Ragna was a transmigrator, reborn into this world as a Cursed One. But what was a Cursed One, they were the demon spawsns aclaimed to be the son's of the devil himself A black screen with white text appeared before him, and he felt a sense of trepidation. [ Request Accepted ] [ Status Screen Unfolding ] Character Name: Ragna Ringwood Titles: Cursed One Age: an hour old Sex: Male Race: Unknown Level: 0 Exp:0/100 HP: 5/10 [Attributes] Mana: 10 Strength: 10 Agility: 10 Vitality: 10 Mana Sense: 10 Bloodline: (Unknown)??????? Skills: None Ragna's eyes widened as he stared at the screen. He was a Cursed One, with unknown abilities and powers. The thought sent a surge of excitement through him. ********* Goals: 10 powerstones/comments = 1 extra chap per week 20 powerstones/comments = 2 extra chap per week 50 powerstones/comments = 5 extra chap per week

Jaune, a boy who tried his hardest to be the best version of himself is thrust into a world of cruel and unforgiving horror in the dream of being a Huntsman. Will the boy be able to thrive in this sick and twisted world or would he found himself becoming the prey? But he must do what he must, protect those he loves and hunt all the grimms that threatened humanity without losing his own humanity in the progress. or, a guy that is too kind for his own good ain't gonna have a good time in this grimmdark world... [This is a pretty big Au for rwby, and there are quite a bit of elements from fate mixed into this.] AND THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION!

By day, Joon-ho runs a discreet, high-end massage clinic in Seoul, specializing in pain relief and body alignment. But behind the soundproof doors, his true gift lies in reading the deepest cravings of the women who walk through his door—and giving their bodies exactly what they need. From overworked executives to national celebrities, no woman leaves untouched—or unchanged. When Harin, his former campus crush turned office worker, reenters his life, one night of pleasure turns into something far more dangerous: connection, obsession, and a partnership that blurs every boundary between business, pleasure, and possession. Now, she’s not just in his bed. She’s in his clinic. His lap. His world. And she wants to watch everything.

So, I got transmigrated into Harry Potter... but not as the Boy Who Lived. Nope. Not even as a cool side character. I woke up as Dudley Dursley—yes, the walrus-shaped cousin with more rolls than Diagon Alley’s bakery. But fate wasn’t done clowning me. A system popped up in my head screaming: “Muscles are Power!” Suddenly, every push-up adds stats, every protein shake feels like a forbidden potion, and my Stand—Primordial Punchline—lets me flex reality itself. Now Hogwarts isn’t ready. Voldemort? He’s never fought a JoJo-style British beefcake. Wizards throwing spells? I’m countering with poses so dramatic even Snape can’t keep a straight face. This isn’t just Harry’s magical adventure anymore. It’s Dudley’s Bizarre Bulk-Up Journey—where friendship is magic, but muscles are destiny.

Power leaves an echo — and some echoes never die. When a forgotten force stirs beneath the world’s surface, a young protagonist becomes the unwilling vessel for an ancient power that should have remained buried. Visions, whispers, and impossible abilities begin to unravel their life, pulling them into a hidden conflict between factions who have spent centuries preparing for the return of this power. But the more they use it, the more something inside awakens. Something watching. Something remembering. As the echoes grow louder, reality twists, enemies close in, and the line between destiny and possession begins to blur. To survive, they must uncover the truth behind the power’s origin — and decide whether to wield it… or let it consume them. In a world where every choice leaves a mark, the question becomes: Are they controlling the power, or is the power controlling them?

“When the wolves fall silent, the world is swallowed by darkness. But when a hybrid awakens, chains are shattered.” Eighteen years ago, the Wolf Pack knelt before the Witch Queen. From that day on, the wolves silenced the savage spirits within them. They became shadows—soulless creatures forced to bleed in arenas for the amusement of witches and nobles. Soren is an aging warrior who has survived those blood-soaked arenas. But his greatest battle is not fought on the sand. It waits for him at home. Hidden deep within the forest lies his secret—his miracle. His silver-haired, honey-eyed daughter, Fauna. Fauna was found in the woods on a night everyone else called a curse. Her family tried to protect her from everything. But she could never silence the whispers in her mind. Because Fauna is not just a wolf. She understands the witches’ ancient language. She bends the wind at her fingertips. And she hears the screams of thousands of souls trapped inside the arena stones. When a silver whip cracked through the air during her father’s final match, when death reached for Soren— Fauna chose to stop hiding. That night, the world fell into darkness. That night, the souls imprisoned in stone cried out for freedom. And that night, the Arena Master once again smelled the scent of spring he had never been able to forget. Who is Fauna? The witches’ worst nightmare? Or the wolves’ long-forgotten vengeance? When darkness descends, there is only one thing you can trust: the savage hunger you can no longer silence within yourself.

Ghost portals opened all across the world, and getting possessed seemed as common as catching a fever. As such, humanity was forced to live in safe zones that were steadily shrinking day by day. Yet to Lana, nothing was new. She was reborn on the day when the true daughter of the Almond family returned. She watched as Brenda, her murderer from the past life, was pampered by the Almond siblings. “Lana, you should know your place and leave.” Eldest Young Almond ordered with glacial disdain. “A wretch like you never belonged to the Almond Family. Pitiful mutt.” Second Young Master Almond chuckled, his venom-laced words resounding, “And if possible, stop comparing yourself to Brenda. She is a rare awakened Dream Warden, while you... sigh. Marry a beggar, and that would be the grandest achievement in your life.” “I always wondered why a dim-witted person like her ended up as our sister. Sigh... I am concerned that she might perish after being possessed by a roadside ghost.” The Third Young Master derided. For safety and peace, Lana left the Almond family and forged her own empire. Trash? She became a supreme Talisman Practitioner! Marry a beggar? The wealthy heirs in Brookvale lined up to wed her! Die in the hands of a roadside ghost? The specters in the ghost zones trembled upon hearing her name! Poor mutt? Heh! Her business empire earned her billions of dollars every single month! Even her past life’s moonlight was shamelessly flirting with her! Lana never thought that her past life's misery was orchestrated by a schemer, neither she thought that her luck was stolen away by the docile lovable daughter of the Almond family. In this life, she vowed to live a thriving life and protect her luck. She fought off ghosts haunting her world while fighting the mysterious forces. .......................................................................................... Extract “Mister, I feel a connection with you. Would you like to adopt me?” Lana fluttered her eyelashes while gazing at the handsome young man with lustrous black hair. Yet what intoxicated her the most was the radiant purple and gold aura around her past life’s moonlight! So delicious! She longed to devour him whole! “No.” His deep voice reverberated in Lana’s heart, making her freeze for a second. ‘Ah... sure enough... an untouchable flower like him... is out of my league!’ “However... I do need a silver cat.” His words were laced with ambiguity as he stared at her intently, “Especially the dauntless one that loves to sneak into my bed at night and claw my admirers.” Lana •silver cat•: “...” Ugh... no, it’s not me .....................................................................................

Betrayed after six years of stagnation, Li Zhexian awakens twin Martial Souls—Sword and Wine—and sets out with sword in hand and wine gourd at his waist to shake the continent and challenge the gods.

"Who is it this time?” His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share." **** Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate?

This novel is requested by an anonymous requester, so I, the author doesn't know the flow of this story and just write what I was instructed to do and I don't the genre of this story at all, that's all, enjoy or hate it!

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna, the FL... Her skin and clothes are morphing into shimmering scales from her dragon power. Remember Sailor Moon? Magical girls? Now imagine if the magical outfit wasn’t a cute dress, but an actual dragon! The dragon is the dress... It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss, pulling off the ultimate power move. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

The socially lost high-schooler, Kea, has absolutely no idea what to do. Unbeknownst to him, he was forced to be roommates with his polar opposite, Nil. Now... Is it even possible for him to get used to this abysmal new life while tackling the horrors known as social anxiety!? Oh? He's also an introvert? Damn...

I came to the world of Black Clover by accident. Living in the church of Haji village with Yuno and Asta since childhood, One is the future awakening star x wind double magic clover wizard, One is a demon possessed person who has acquired anti-magic abilities that are as powerful as a bug. Bai En looked at himself, a commoner born with low magic power. Although the magic is the [Gochu] obtained by assimilating the curse back to Sukuna's technique, even if Sukuna in his prime came here, he would only be beaten, right? Space Slash? ! A bit of dry humor.-------------- 1 power stone=1 chapters----------1 golden tickets= 50 chapters

KISS OF THE VAMPIRE: THE GIRL WITH THE SHARP SWORD They said he would be a savior. No one said he’d bury them all first. For centuries, the vampire nobility ruled with crimson claws and ancient blood rites, their power etched into every corner of the world. Humans were livestock. Rebellion? A forgotten dream. Then came Deyviel—the lone survivor of a massacre, wielding a blade sharper than truth itself. He's no chosen one. No prophecy shields him. Just rage, scars, and the will to fight monsters that once ruled him. With each swing of his sword, Deyviel cuts deeper into the world’s dark history—unearthing secrets meant to stay buried, and facing enemies who’ve lived long enough to become legends. But even as he fights to end an empire of blood, the line between hero and executioner starts to blur. And when the girl with the sharp sword reappears—her past tied to his own—Deyviel realizes that the real war isn’t just against vampires… It’s against fate itself.

What is the fate of a Lancer? Luck E? No! It is battle! Link Raw: https://www.ciweimao.com/book/100079962 Original Name: 枪兵的宿命 Author: 咸鱼节操

In this world, women dominate everything. The reason for that? Ether A primal source of energy in this modern fantasy world that could only be wielded by women. This created a matriarchal society in which men were below women. But amongst this, Brandon found a way to use this Ether, and heck, he can even copy skills from other women? However, nothing in this world is free. Even Heaven demands death. So his powers also came with a peculiar condition... ------------------------- Additional tags: R-18 | SMUT | NO NTR | NO YURI It starts a bit slow at first... hang in there :) Schedule: 8 - 14 chaps a week

[Ding! You have entered the Haunted House.] [Ding! Fear Detected. The 'Cosmic Fear System' has been activated.] [Your Fear has been converted into: Strength.] In a world where the supernatural has returned, everyone fears the night. Everyone except Ryan. Desperate to pay for his sister’s medical bills, Ryan accepts a suicide mission: Spend a night at the infamous House No. 44 and livestream it to the world. Everyone thought he would die in the first five minutes. But when the Female Ghost crawled out of the TV screen, Ryan didn't scream. He slapped her back into the television. Ryan: "Do you have any manners? Don't crawl out of people's electronics without knocking!" Ghost: "???" Audience: "???" From sleeping in coffins to interviewing vampires, follow Ryan as he turns the world's most terrifying locations into his personal playground. (Note: No ghosts were harmed... too much... in the making of this novel.)

She was the real daughter, yet treated as an outsider. While the adopted sister enjoyed love, trust, and attention, she was blamed, ignored, and finally betrayed—even her fiancé chose the fake over her. Cast out by her own family, she disappeared without a word. Years later, she returns as a powerful woman standing at the top of the business world, no longer seeking love or approval. This time, she comes with only one goal—revenge. As hidden truths surface and regret follows behind, the real daughter begins reclaiming everything that was stolen from her… including her life.

A violent storm leaves a young man stranded on a remote, windswept shore, his memory gone and his identity unknown. Found by a small, reclusive family living in a rural village, he is given shelter and care—but the sea’s whispers follow him even into sleep. In dreams, fragments of a shipwreck, flashes of fire, and shadowy figures hint at a past shrouded in danger and betrayal—but the images are fleeting, distorted, and impossible to fully grasp. The boy struggles to reconcile the life he wakes to with the life he cannot remember, while the villagers—simple, resourceful people who live close to the land—wonder who he truly is and why the sea has spared him. As he recovers, it becomes clear that his arrival is no accident. Dark forces, hidden enemies, and the distant echoes of a mysterious prophecy stir beneath the waves. The boy must navigate a world he does not yet know, uncover the secrets of his past, and learn whether the sea saved him… or set him on a path toward danger greater than he could imagine.

Author: 大卫马丁内斯 Original Name: 我不是英桀 ________________________________________ Introduction Tells the story of the protagonist, Lin, from his student days chatting and laughing with Kevin Kaslana, to joining the Moth of the Flame to fight for humanity. He goes from being a small soldier to a human hero, making people sigh at the great power hidden within a tiny Moth of the Flame. It's the story of him piloting a Titan, slaying a Herrscher, gathering a harem, becoming one of the Flame-Chasers, and reaching the pinnacle of his life... “……” “How is the novel I wrote?” The pink-haired girl smiled sweetly and asked the helmeted man who was holding the novel. “Boring.” Dropping this cold remark, he returned the novel to the girl and turned to leave. The novel’s dramatic plot was as lovely as the smile of its creator. But he was not the protagonist of the novel. He was neither a hero of humanity nor one of the Flame-Chasers, the MANTISes of the Moth of the Flame. The first failed experiment of a MANTIS, a cold weapon against the Honkai, the sole user of the Key of Blankness... There were many names for him, but he didn't care. He was just a soldier, standing in the torrent of the Honkai and the times, a soldier who endured hardship and battle. He was the person furthest from 'goodness.'

We were deceived…. We all were. They never said that the (—) would unleash these kind of monsters unto the earth. They never mentioned what would crawl out from the aftermath—or what would be forced to crawl back in. The entirety of the earth was terraformed in an unrecognisable way, so much that it could not be called earth anymore…… Maps became things of old. Directions lost meaning. Even the sky stopped pretending to remember us. *Sigh* I did want I could to survive, but…. they died, one after another… Not all at once. That would have been mercy, mercy I would have begged for... People screamed. Some adapted. Others smiled before they broke. I kept count until the numbers started staring back at me. But things — things never go the way I plan… Or maybe they did— and that’s the part I don’t want to admit. As for me…. It turns out, I never really knew who I was. Not before the world — 'They' came for me. Not before freedom and survival demanded pain and sacrifices. I changed….. I became the very thing that I— Promised I wouldn’t. Feared I already was. *Sigh* Or hoped I was. I don’t know if someone is but— haha who am I kidding, I’m not that special I know that. *Sigh* But on off chance there is — If there’s someone out there writing my story…. Please… Drop the pen… Because I’m tired… *Sigh* so tired. _______ For images and discuss... Discord link: https://discord.gg/u2yVtVkudz _______