Mind Reading

O Bored Prowler of the white pages stained in dark ink. Do ye tire and lose interest in the scrolls of endless writers that tell the dry tales of Systems? Of modern men who traverse through time and space to arrive in fantastical worlds where they achieve naught but baseless journeys? Of tasteless worlds with no intrigue, failing to grasp thy mind? If that be the case, hearken unto me, O Prowler! Let me appeal to thy desire for adventure and darkness, bringing thee into the world of LEASTRIA, where ye shall follow the story of foul men born from distorted shadow! Where selfish Stars toy with fate from their Odd Demesnes! Where the Enlightened, the Sorcerers, the Cradlers and the Genuine Accursed roam and rend the Sheltered Lands with their obscene lust and greed! Where ye shall follow the story of the Cursed Child as he seeks ‘The Bringing’ and rises from meagrehood to significance under thy eyes. Hearken unto my voice and begin this tale, if ye fear not to prowl in Mythology. Do ye dare, O Prowler, to be lost in true Fantasy? ---------------- I will be posting this story on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun

His status as a disciple of Helma Tilcott, the only healer in the Lanshire Kingdom possessing the rare healing zhenqi, had brought Marc Belmont no advantage at all. From the start, few believed he could ever become her heir; no matter how diligently he tried to absorb her teachings or practice her skills, everything seemed to vanish from his mind as if it had never been there. Years of effort appeared to have been in vain, and Marc began to question if he was truly meant for this life. One day, a group of messengers arrived from the city of Cammont, their mocking words cutting through the air as they demanded he follow them. “I’m not interested,” Marc replied flatly, his voice devoid of the hesitation it once carried. “Ungrateful! Is this how you treat someone who raised you?” The messengers clenched their fists, anger burning in their eyes as they rushed toward him. Marc's lips curled into a confident smirk. “Those days are long gone. You clearly have no idea who you're dealing with.”

In a world that worships the sky, mass is a mortal sin. For nineteen years, Kai Arden was mocked as the "Gravity-Well Cripple" of the floating Seven Clouds Sect. While elite geniuses cultivated weightlessness to dance among the stars, Kai’s "broken core" did the opposite-absorbing energy inward, packing his marrow with unyielding density, and tethering him to the mud. Deemed useless ballast ahead of a grand ascension ritual, the Sect Elders ruthlessly throw him off the edge of the floating mountain, laughing as he plummets toward certain death. But they didn't purify the sky. They just dropped an anvil. Awakening at terminal velocity, Kai’s core collapses into a primordial cosmic anchor of infinite density. He doesn't need to fly. Armed with a cynical mind and a ravenous hunger for raw metal, he learns to force the heavens to fall toward him. From shattering three-ton vault doors to crushing elite wind-walkers with a single glance, Kai begins a brutal descent into the realm of sovereignty. The arrogant rulers of the sky think they sit out of reach...but the ground has finally come to claim its debt.

If you win a girl's trust, you earn money. But if that trust is broken... the penalty is harsh like being turned into a girl for 7 days. Li Chan, an orphan, had been with his girlfriend, Liya, for seven years. She was his only light in a dark world until she betrayed him for the young master of the powerful *Song Hao Group*. Heartbroken and shattered, Li Chan had lost all hope in life... That's when a mysterious voice echoed in his mind “Activating: The Supreme Girlfriend Making System.” The rules were simple, yet brutal: * Earn money by gaining a girl's trust. * At 100% trust, unlock unique and powerful special skills. * But beware if the trust drops even slightly... suffer strange and humiliating penalties. Now, armed with this bizarre system and a heart craving redemption Li Chan sets out on a new path. To build trust. To gain power. To master love and betrayal. His new goal? To rise above them all and become the Supreme Harem God. *Let the twisted game of hearts begin.*

"Look at yourself, Caleb. You smell like grease and poverty. You are an absolute disgrace. We are over." "You were the perfect stepping stone. You paid her bills, fed her, and polished her up just enough so she could catch a billionaire's eye. Good job, peasant." For four long years, Caleb starved himself and worked three exhausting factory jobs to pay for his girlfriend's college tuition. But on her graduation day, she ruthlessly dumped him for a billionaire heir, leaving Caleb beaten and bleeding in a rainy alleyway. But as he lay in the dirt, a cold, robotic voice echoed inside his mind, bringing an absurd, terrifying power: [Negative Emotion Spending System Activated. Initial Funds: $100,000,000.] The rules are simple: He gets a hundred million dollars every single day—but he can only spend it to drive his enemies into absolute ruin. High society thought they could step on anybody... but they are about to find out what happens when a slum rat gets limitless wealth and a desire for revenge.

In the heart of New Verona City — a decaying metropolis built on drugs, debt, and deceit — Luca Marino, a streetwise orphan with a sharp mind and a sharper temper, dreams of escaping the slums. But when his brother is murdered by the powerful Valente crime family, Luca’s life spirals into the dark underbelly of organized crime. To survive, he enters the same world that killed his brother, starting at the bottom as a debt collector in a gang-ridden neighborhood. Ruthless yet calculating, Luca quickly learns that loyalty is an illusion and mercy is weakness. Guided by Don Emilio Valente, a charismatic but aging mafia lord, Luca becomes both a protégé and a potential threat. As he rises through the ranks — from street hustler to enforcer to mastermind — Luca forges uneasy alliances, manipulates rival families, and builds a syndicate that answers to no one. But every throne made of concrete is drenched in blood. When love, betrayal, and ambition collide, Luca must decide: is he building an empire… or digging his own grave? “Concrete Thrones” is a gritty tale of survival, deception, and the hunger for dominance — a modern mafia epic where every move could mean power, or death.

“Make a wish,child,or you die!” Laquan squinted his eyes in confusion. The old man’s words and attitude clearly took him off guard. “Uh... Excuse me?” he scoffed. The old man is either a con artist or he himself is hungry and is definitely hearing things “Don't you wanna get rich son?” Quan's brows shot up at the word ‘rich’ His mind drifted to how he's been humiliated in the past and,he unconsciously fisted his fingers. “I want to be powerful.” He breathed out, one could see and hear the desperation in his eyes and voice. “It's a done deal then. I'll change your fate for you. However...”The man paused, then continue the moment he knew he's got the young lad's attention. “know that you only have twenty years to spend on Earth!” Quan’s jaw dropped. “What?! Hey! I don't wanna make a wish any–” The old man smirked. “It's too late,child. A wish cannot be reversed.”

When a research expedition vanishes without a trace on a remote Pacific island, ex-soldier Kael Rynor is recruited for the rescue mission. Haunted by visions of ruins, rituals, and a voice calling his name, Kael thinks he’s losing his mind — until the island begins to respond to him. Storms shift when he dreams. Ancient symbols flare at his touch. And beneath the jungle roots, something ancient stirs — something that remembers him. As the team descends into the island’s labyrinth of ruins, they uncover the remnants of a forgotten civilization and the dark secret that destroyed it. Kael’s fragmented memories begin to return, revealing a terrifying truth: he isn’t just connected to the island. He was once its guardian — and the one who sealed away the entity now trying to escape. Now the line between memory and reality blurs. The survivors turn against him, the island burns, and the thing buried beneath begins to wake. To save what’s left, Kael must face the echoes of who he once was… Even if it means sealing himself away forever.

“They call my people the Lineage of Sin because five thousand years ago we set the lands on fire. But a cage built by gods is still just wood to be burned.”For three millennia, the Fire Nation has lived as hollow husks. Their spiritual veins were sealed by the Divine Dragon Emperor after the Great Fire harvest, leaving their descendants as powerless outcasts who are forbidden from ever holding a flame.Fire lord Chin expects nothing more from life than a slow death under the boots of arrogant regional sects.Until the day his city begins to collapse, a cold, mechanical click echoes inside his mind, and a strange iron vault unlocks within his soul. As Chin Qi awakens, a tremor passes through the cosmos. Deep within the Abyssal Court, the supreme Dark Lord wakes up in a cold sweat, desperate to hunt down a legendary child of prophecy known only as the Keeper. The orthodox sects want him executed, the voices of his ancestors urge him and a terrified underworld wants him dead.They all think they are hunting a helpless sinner.They don’t realize they’ve just handed a torch to the a king who built the furnace.

He was one of the many millions of salary earners on earth. Confined to his job with an hectic schedule all day round with no time to attend to his own wellbeing. Finally it happened, the only way out for him to escape the bondage of being a salary earner. On his way to meet a business personnel, he was meet with stormy seas as his boat filps over and he ends up drowning to death. Questions ravaging through his mind as it dawned on him that he was going to die due to being overworked. Or at least that is what was supposed to happen. When he opened his eyes, he was meet with a bloody scene of a woman lying dead on the floor with a sword embedded in her stomach. The next occurrence was a splitting headache that had him on his knees and his voice going at the top of his lungs. After he had recovered, the memories of where he was and what had happened had all been installed into him. His goal, simple. To take revenge on behalf of the fallen queen and her kingdom. His object of revenge.... The Emperor who rules over the Conrad Empire and also the most powerful being in the continent.